B-y-e

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She slit her wrists and clenched her fists

The voices in her head, wanted her dead

She covered her arms, and hid her scars

She looked at the gun, which seemed like much fun

She shifted the steel, that will make her skin peel

Placed to her head, and boom she is dead

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