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I hate my life and hate myself,
I hate whatever's coming next,
And when the clock is chiming twelve
I can not put myself to rest.
And all my thoughts are spinning 'round
And my emotions feed my fears
And I'm hitting ground hard,
But can not cry. I got no tears.
And I just sit with empty eyes
And no one returns the stare.
My heart is freezing. Cold as ice.
And I'm dying from despair.
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