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Suicidal by Diipps

Thoughts of destruction, corruption
Eruption and failure
Like fucked up clothes
I need a new tailor
“Fuck you, I hate you”
Screaming in my head
Wishing it was over
And to wake up dead
“I love you so much
With all of my heart”
Words you threw around
Like we were playing darts
A mission? A scandal?
Was this even real
Wishing to feel numb
So I could no longer feel
The grief, the pain
The aching in my chest
Wishing I had balls
To put myself to rest
So this is to you
Mister 4-1-6-20-14
Making me feel like
I should hurt me

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