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i mostly think about killing myself and sex
two minutes pass
still half a cigarette to go
before i decide for another
or the red wine
staring at me from across
the ashtray
it has been sitting
in the cold
it looks like blood
next to the snow
i drew a hole in the wall
put the tin can through it
the string
the rusty nail
and screamed into the end
with tears running down my face
why the only one
who will leave me stranded
is the only one who can hear me
on the other end
fuck knows
fuck
pick up
please
still half a cigarette to go
before i decide for another
or the red wine
staring at me from across
the ashtray
it has been sitting
in the cold
it looks like blood
next to the snow
i drew a hole in the wall
put the tin can through it
the string
the rusty nail
and screamed into the end
with tears running down my face
why the only one
who will leave me stranded
is the only one who can hear me
on the other end
fuck knows
fuck
pick up
please
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