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Why
I fuckig hate myself i really just wanna give up
Stop listening to peoples bulshit
Find peace in some fucking form
Maybe im crazy that i fantasize about my death
How good it would feel to slit my fucking wrist
How my blood would make artwork on the floor
Do you think im sick
I know im sick
Stop listening to peoples bulshit
Find peace in some fucking form
Maybe im crazy that i fantasize about my death
How good it would feel to slit my fucking wrist
How my blood would make artwork on the floor
Do you think im sick
I know im sick
Published 30th May 2012
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