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Cutting wrist, crying mist;
why do I still have to exist?
Gloomy nights, stars are bright.
found myself holding a knife.
Is this the end?
I'm no one's friend,
I am barely living;
The pain is not relieving.
Will it be all okay,
If I take my life away?
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