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Suicide
The plan was simple... kill myself
Who'd ever guess it wouldn't work out
So here I lay in a hospital bed
My heart filled with nothing, but dread
Who would think something as simple as a butter knife
Could actually nearly take a precious life
Who'd ever guess it wouldn't work out
So here I lay in a hospital bed
My heart filled with nothing, but dread
Who would think something as simple as a butter knife
Could actually nearly take a precious life
Published 2nd Jul 2011
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