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The Kiss Of Death

my pulse rate quickens my heart rate pounds
i know my life's had its ups and downs
no-one here can save me now
they have no reason why or how

im lying here upon the floor
awaiting death through hells dark door
crying softly now the end is near
my heart is letting out a cheer

i might aswell die
i hate this life
so cut my wrists
with my sharpest knife

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