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Let it fall, let it rain,
I've learned to love the pain,
drip drop another pint,
all the hatred falls to the floor,
as my wrist splits,
i don't do it to kill myself,
though that's a thought,
i need to let it all out,
that's my only reason,
it's when i feel like I'm about to explode,
first my wrist,
then my legs so nobody can see,
here's a idea,
my mouth nobody can see in there,
blood fills my mouth,
i swallow it down,
the rusty, iron taste
still hanging around,
when did i get like this?
why me?the pain,
drains to the floor,
I'm laying there relaxed,
as i take my last breath,
i smile because even I'm in denial,

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