I don't know why I am here
I should disappear
I don't know why I am here
Nothing is clear
sorry for what I would do
But I am hurt
sorry for what I would do
I know it's curt
I want to die
But yust i can't
I want to die
And become a plant
people hurt me
and I can't stand it
people hurt me
and that doesn't chit
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Autor:
Blake (Seudónimo) (
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