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My mind starts to cry out for help
My mouth starts to says I'm fine

My head is starting to pound
My nights are starting to become longer

My heart is starting to give up
My soul is starting to leave

My life is starting to get shorter
My knife is starting to be my friend

My arms are starting to run out of space
And I look at myself

And I start to wonder
What have I become?

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