Slice

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The razor blade was a device
She took a slice
And did it twice
Made sure to be precise
Who paid the price

There were too many bills
She knew the drill
She took the pills
She had the skills
She grew very ill

She went down
When no one was around
She was wearing a gown
She was trying to drown
Soon she would be found

She thought about when
She would begin
The blade touched the skin
It was so thin
Just let it go in

She sat up high
They wondered why
She wanted to die
She said her goodbyes
She really did try

She had no friends
And knew no one would comprehend
She did intend
All the ways she wanted to end
At the funeral no one would attended

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