The End

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This is the end.

My heart is cold,

My eyes, bloodshot.

Save me from my agony.

This is the end.

My hope is lost,

My world, in pieces.

I can't live without you.

This is the end.

My wrists are scarred,

My soul, bandaged.

It will never truly heal.

This is the end.

My last breath I breathe,

My eyes, shut.

All because I lost you.

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