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I slit my wrist with my mother's blade.
Try to join her in her grave.
She left me not too long ago.
Yet this only goes to show.
How quickly life can be torn away.
It doesn't even take a day.
I said my final goodbyes
But I couldn't believe that that was it.
I couldn't help but get high.
The only way to calm the fit.
I hide away in my shell.
The only way to fight this hell.
Won't you help me please?
I can't take it, I want to be free.
These suicidal tendencies
Keep getting the best of me.
But I'm too afraid to follow through.
I wish I could die, I bet you never knew.





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