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I didn't want to die you know Not really. Oh I know what you think When you say Keep all the pills Hidden away. But it's not that easy I wish it was. I don't want to die you know Not really. I just want the pain to stop. I want to be alone In my head. At peace with myself. I don't want to die you know Not really.
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This poem was writen by a member of the Prozac Prose Group.
They meet weekly, 6.45pm on Tuesdays at the Burton Street Project, Sheffield.