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Sometimes when I am angry,
I wish I was not here,
I just wish I could chase away,
All of my losses and fears.
Sometimes I just want to die,
Or wish I was never born,
Because of the pain,
The tears, lies and scorn.
For some unknown reason,
It takes a while to smile,
But sometimes when I forget,
Which is hardly ever,
The pain is chased away,
By friends who will stay forever.