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i left the suicide note,

on the counter.

i hope it means something.

i hope i mean something now...

now that i'm gone.



i find perfect love,

yet people destroy it.

they point and laugh at it,

like little toys;

it's foolish, i think.



she is all i wanted.

nothing more.

i swear.

but now i'm leaving this suicide note...

and there's nothing more to it.

so pull the trigger

i'm dead, gone-

bye-bye.



i used to be so happy...

now look at me.

funny, ain't it?