why

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By chyanne204

sometimes i ask why im still here i live in fear that one day in a sad way i take my life i cry with a tear rolling down my face while my hart slowers its pace there goes my life to a bottle of pills my life was ill its the way it had to be one day you will see. ( im not sure if i should keep the line my life was ill?)

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