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I just feel deep

You can't tell

That whenever I weep

All my dreams fell.

Passion and sorrow

Heartache and love

Something I borrow

From the god above.

I cut my wrists deep

A tear filled with blood

The blood begins to seep

Down the body of my hood.

What is it now

What do I say

One small bow

Takes my breath away.

Cutting, screaming, bed

Lying on my side

For i am one of the dead

Who take me for pride.

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