Grim Reaper

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you hide inside your own worst fears

as you cry out all your tears

you drag the blade across your wrist

as your dreams fade into the mist

you feel alone

your hearts made of stone

you built up your walls

then you watch them all fall

you break and cry and scream out you fear

but no one is near to even hear

then you decide to end it all

you cut deeper and deeper

you see you were your own grim reaper.......

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