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"Scattered Into Pieces"

"Oh, boy. Don't leave me.
For I am willing to do suicide.

Accept me again.
No harsh words said.
No rude actions to be done.

Stopping me from suicidal.
Asking me to live nicely.


Now answer me,

How could I live if,

I'm SCATTERED INTO PIECES?

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