Death

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Death sounds nice.
All I've gotta do is slice.
Blood dripping unto the floor.
I cant do this no more.
Slowly falling into the abyss.
Surrounded by darkness.
I am now freed.
My mental illnesses have been beat.
Finally i can be in peace.
Being born was what i wanted the least.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 03 ⏰

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