why?

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blood falls from my wrist

as I hum a little song

my life had taken a twist

I look forward at the mirror

and I shed a single tear

this thing in the mirror is not me

the I fall to my knees

then I walk out side and lay under my willow tree

and I cry as I finally die

my life is over but I left people wondering..........

                                                                     Why?

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