SECRET WORLD

It's a secret world,
Inside my head,
A world of danger,
And things to dread,
Bad things all around,
Things that I regret,
Bad things I have seen,
And will never forget,
Seeing other's fall,
Makes me want to cry,
Being the last one standing,
Makes me want to die.

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