Yourself from all this harm,
Cuts on your left leg
Beckon
Death to cut your throat,
Nothing exists that you once wrote,
Your soul has
Finally taken it's toll,
Depressed with
Insolence,
Your life fades
As your mind wades
Into a deep pit
That sucks matter into
A dry fit,
Goodbye cruel world,
I am dead to you.
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