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Anguish fills my soul.
Why am I still alive?
I am only 18-years old,
But I should be the next to die.
It hurts to realize I hurt you,
So much that I tried to kill myself.
But someone came through
And took away my knife.
I know how much I hurt you
But it wasn't meant to be.
Believe me--it hurts me too.
It's just not our destiny.
We'll both find happiness eventually.
You probably sooner than I.
Because you deserve to live eternally
And I deserve to die.