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Goodbye Everyone

There's a hidden art on my wrist,
it's drawn with a razor blade,
and drawn when I'm depressed.

This dying language with a rope,
goes around your neck.
I call it "Lost Hope."

This new age with their fancy guns,
you put it to your head,
and goodbye everyone.
Written by DarkenedDreams
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