Live to die and die to live, Isn't this the meaning of life? In search of happiness to give. Recieving only pain and strife. Will a slit in the wrist? Relieve this undying pain, Or will the pain even resist, To show the world has nothing to gain. Inside my troubled mind, I see my blood run thin, And the only feelings I can find, Is happiness that there is finally an end. An end to all the pain I feel, That the blood has finally erased, All lifes reality made fake but ultimately real. Now in death is where happiness is based.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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