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fade out

a razor pressed to my wrist

i cut myself it barely hurt

the crimson starts to pour

i can't feel my arm any more

as i cry i wish to die

i feel myself start to fade

the razor still in my palm

let it drop on to the floor

bye bye cruel life

i'm am you'res no more.



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