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I drew a picture,
On my wrist,
Its the last time,
I wont be missed.

Stop it you said

I have done it before and I did it again,
Made the cuts among my arms,
Just to show you the pain,

I'm in pain because of you,
So will you kill me?
You want to; I am sure its true.

Do you care enough to see?
Take a look at me,
See all my pain and misery?
Thats because of you.

Tonight my life will not go on,
For another f u c k e d up day
So sick of crying,
Sick of living this way.

So I firmly grab the blade,
Bring up the courage to
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