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by Robyn Thomas Dec 28, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
See this knife? Shall I use it? I'm tired of strife But to use it is to abuse it See this knife? Shall I slit my wrist? Should I end my life Just like this? See this knife? Now covered in blood? I'll cut myself up nice I can't take this crud See his knife? Now laying on the floor? I ended my life I don't have to take it anymore
