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why for once cant i be right?
why do you have to win?
i feel so high up
then i tumble down.
you tell me you're right.
why don't you help me?
why don't you care?
right is right, wrong is wrong
is all you say to me.
why for once wont you let me win?
i guess you cant.
this is what you brought me to.
the only thing i control- my death.
should i slit my wrists?
should i swallow some pills?
why now do you cry?
why now do you care?
I'm dead- now it's morning.
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i remember when you wrote this one... or at least when you showed me it in your binder. it's almost like you were in your little writing mood, and then you lost your train of thought right there at the end - it is kind of confusing there at that part...
this was pretty good until the ending... it needs more it was really weak... it just was going and then BAM here is the end so ya... and again there why dont you care line
