I use to cry myself to sleep. All I would see was darkness apon me. I use to sing songs of dispare and hurt. I never knew what would happen next. I saw myself killing others everytime I would shut my eyes. I would never know if I was alive or not, If it it was a dream or reality. So know I close my eyes and see the drakness of what lies within me, and everytime I would open them I would start to fear the lines of reality. Through my minds eye I would awake and see those lines of reality.
I would sing myself a little song to calm myself down. Bloood would spill from my neck driping to the floor, dying bit by bit moment of life the drifts away. Now I know that death had now arived.
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