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Broken (But Not Dead Yet)

I'm laying here crying my eyes out,
Every so often shouting,
Not wanting to live no more,
Not letting my wounds get sore,
every scar that i made i reopen,
Let the blood come out soaked,
Every piece of paper i could find,
writing down i'm broken nothing kind.
as if I was dead,
I'm broken but not dead yet,
I'm having people say they wish we never met,
this life is getting harder to deal with,
Give me a drug dealer and meth,
I'll show you my horrible death.

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