It wont help
Stop trying
I dont wanna talk about it
If I did
I would
I lived in this hell for years
My own hell
Not yours
Stop trying to be a part of this
Its my life
Its my story
Its my pain
That I live with
Dont ask for any of this
Madness
It wont help Stop trying I dont wanna talk about it If I did I would I lived in this hell for years My own hell Not yours Stop trying to be a part of this Its my life Its my story Its my pain That I live with Dont ask for any of this Madness |

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Comments
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If you fall down enough, well soon enough you will find hell.
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Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.
a
good attitude
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I usually know the answers to the questions I ask, I just like hearing what you have to say.
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If life were an escalator I would be that person going up the down stairs.
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If life were an escalator I would be that person going up the down stairs.
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If life were an escalator I would be that person going up the down stairs.
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Reaching as I fall
I know its already over now
Nothing left to lose
Red, 'Already Over'
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If life were an escalator I would be that person going up the down stairs.
easy as that
for me
but for other
people
known people
much harder
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I usually know the answers to the questions I ask, I just like hearing what you have to say.
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If life were an escalator I would be that person going up the down stairs.
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