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Girl with the flower crown, what are you doing with that knife?

You went up to the slide, ignoring the swing you usually stay.

Your black dress hugged you at the right places, your hair braided up to the end of your  shoulder.

You're still beautiful as ever, but how dark your mind is.

Girl wearing the flower crown, don't kill yourself from where I can see.

I tell you, I will stop your wicked plan.

An angel doesn't feel mortal pain, but you'll be  my reason for my suffering.

If you put that knife in your heart, your not killing yourself...

You're killing me.

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