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Sit down and quietly listen


 Raynolds, listen

i know you're hurting

you smile and laugh

but like old rocks

you crumble as you giggle

Raynolds i love you

but you have to love yourself too

you speak so lightly of misery

you disregarded yourself so much

that you dont even notice the depression

Raynolds this is enough 

You cry when you're alone 

how empty and tough

To threaten yourself with suicide poetry

do you think it alright

to want to die for acceptance

dream only of you

be selfish and care only for you

can you tell how much suffering is there

you cant you cant and it isnt fair

you will die... Alone.

and no one your kin 

will send you away with songs

-:

But its okay

its alright

i don't mind a lonely death

I dont mind a miserable end

i will smile as i go

as fake as it will be

this hurt i will never show.



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