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All value built up, now destroyed,
broken again, devoid,
the feelings you'd fought so hard to keep,
left in a hurry, a skip and a leap,
all alone, how sad and pathetic,
blades are out, you won't regret it,
over your skin you let it glide
deep down your legs, and up to your thighs,
into your body you cut, blind,
out of luck, there's more time,
to wait and guess what will be,
there's nothing at all, why can't you see,
it's over, there's nothing left,
just end it all now, with death

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