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How long?
How long until
I can leave
How long until
I can die
I want it now
So far away,
Yet
I can just take a simple scissors,
And cut it short
That is what I want to do
Take the knife
And run
Run into the light
Wither
Red
Or white
Either way,
I ask
How long?
Not much longer

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