a cry for help
I'm seeing 0's, and 1's is this what I need to look down, can someone save me I flee away from my problems just for someone to never help me I'm afraid someday.. it'll be the last I could breathe so I leave away from everything I shouldn't have, I know but Its all I could do. so please help me nobody here lonelier everyday, is this what god made me for? is this what I get for being yours? kid Infront of me wondering how many lives I take I looked down at the bloody remains of who I once was buried it then I looked at my hands "why'd I do this" I thought.. I was only just a meer projection of who I once was. i guess I'll only know my fate.. so please.. don't be late.
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