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My tears heal all,

As l start to fall,

This is my choice to die,

For once in my life, l will fly.

The knife,

Will take my life,

The feel of blood flowing down my arm,

ls what l love, now l will come to no more harm.

l have no more hope,

Just my rope,

No more do l want this feeling,

As l hang from the ceiling.

l'll blow my brains out,

l have no doubt,

That as l shoot the gun,

l no longer want to run.

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