Suicide

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His sucide
Used rope
Tears
And hate

That rope
Tied around his neck
Was because of everyone
Who told him to go kill himself
Your wish came true

As he steps off the table
And dangles there
You realise
Your a killer

See sticks and stones
May break my bones
But words will
Kill and cut me...

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