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a drawing of you shocked myself
as if you wanted to harm yourself
the pain was unbearable to fill its space
and in a few snap, those stains decorated its little page

you said you wanted to end the pain
and your soul's become in vain
like a chemical bound into toxicity
so much that you didn't let go of those misery

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