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i can't stop my suicidal thoughts when i feel the wind getting old and i'm more useless than before now everything is just too heavy. i feel the pressure getting deeper i feel the urge to get away and stay in the grey between night and day where I never have to come out. everything is just too heavy. everything is just too hard. I don't know how much longer I can do this alone. © 2003, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |