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Do not weep for me,

is the sung i heard you singing,

Feeling worthless,

wishing for a neverending sleep,

Wishing someone would just understand

how much you always hurt,

but what is a precious life worth?

Surely more than a story on the fornt page of a newspaper,

or a story on T.V.,

Death is only the beginning

of a tortureous life,

hell, is the cost,

if that weapon is used,

you think no one will care,

or you feel that they shouldnt,

but so much more people care than you think,

and they want you to stay,

give life a second chance,

you tell them not to weep,

but they definately will,

These secrets that you keep,

on day will kill.