Deed is Done

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A hope for a day
When the sky wont be gray
When I open my eyes
And I realize
That the voice is gone
But not for long
As the clouds reappear
And I try to disappear
Disappear from life
As I hold the knife
To my wrist
No one can assist
As my vision goes black
The voices cant attack
The deed is done
As the voices say they won

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