The Cut

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It won't stop dripping
The blood is too much
I'm slipping

I need help
I always needed help

I can feel the life slip away
The light is fading
I didn't say goodbye

Now my lifeless body
Lies there frozen
No more pain
No more suffering
Goodbye suffering

The cut was too deep

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