Living in hell

Wish you well, wish you were here

They say there is a hell

I know

We are here

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You will hear a chuckle

Know that it is me

I wish you to share this hell with me

No spoken word

Or living touch

I can see your face

Is it too much

To ask you to share it?

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At least in suicide, we do it

We go our own way

Suicide pacts are deaths with tact

But it's never too late

No, it can't wait

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They say there is a hell

I know

We are here

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