Cut...

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I cut again..

This secret sin

Its getting worse,

Just like at first

My blood, it dripped

And i couldn't stop

And my will to live has begun to drop

A horrid pain fills my soul

And i swear to you, this time I'll let go,

So leave me here

To down I'm fear

I'm afraid its to late,

I'm gone..

I'm about to sing my very last song

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