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This time of year,im feeling low. Got noone around or wants to know. My head wont stop,all i do is think. The futures bleak,life does stink. Maybe its just the winter blues. I´ll never know,i just want you. I hold the knife.its in my hand. Its nothing new,it wasnt planned. A way of escape or self release. I need your calling.please. Inside you know,you blank it out. Dont hear my cry,wont hear my shout. The laughs.the jokes.The banters a lie. Inside im numb,i wanna cry. I put on a front,i hide it well. Noone knows,noone can tell. Take the time,look inside me. If you look,its there too see!

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