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Closeing The Door

I pull my trusty knife
I watch the blood trickle down my armand splatter in crimson dots on the floor
There's nothing to live for
But as i watch the blooflowing from my wrists
I relize that I didn't have to thurn to this
I really don't whant to die
Don't want my friends to cry
But as I see that it's to lat
For with my knife I've sealed my fate.

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