The rushing of thoughts come back to me. As I sit by silently. I'm lost deep in time. In a suicidal mind. The rushing of fear brings me pleasure. As the tears freely flow. Death is my treasure. Although no one knows. Confused completely thoughts all rambled in time. Day planned to end life. Faceless inside just a confused mime. Lost in pain and strife.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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