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favor

Across the room,
You see that knife,
Put it to my wrist,
And end my life.

It won't take long,
This I promise you,
It won't be murrder,
I told you to.

I would do it my self,
But I promised her,
When i begin to fade,
My words will slur.

When I'm nearly gone,
Give me the knife,
It will look like suicide,
Like I took my own life.

I have one more favor,
To ask of you,
Would you tell her,
I didn't break my promise too?

Oh there is one more thing,
I need her to know,
I love her,
And I had to go.
Written by hatterwithhorns (Julian)
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