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If only I had the guts
to do what I am destined to do.
Then I wouldn't still be here
in this useless work of doom.
If only I could cut deep enough
to leave this empty world,
this box I am trapped in
with no where to go.
My heart is full of sadness
my mind is all messed up
my sould is just getting more lost
in a world that is little known.
No one seems to listen
no one seems to care
the scars that are hidden
tell a story that only I know.
If someone could just take away
the pain I feel everyday
then maybe the voices I hear
could slowly fade away.
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Sadly, the scars never heal like people tell you. Consequently, there is in fact a better day tommorrow. Believe me. One day you will thank yourself for listening to me, Josh, and say 'wow, there is really a reason to live.' Your writing always seems like a great climb. It keeps the reader/climber at the top waiting for more. Learn how to capture that, and you've captured your reader forever.
