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want to die

Hey! Who are you?
a killer,
come on kill me,
cut me,
slaughter me,
leave me with vultures,
don't think,
just do it.
i am not worth,
i have no price,
but you can sell
the body parts;
Hope i am worth,
when die,
A old say,
we become good...
when we die...
Written by ratnakar
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