Another line drawn today,
Another cut on display.
The deeper they get, the better the story
Whether that story be meaningless or full of glory
No one understands what goes through my mind
Right before the final line
Nor does anyone know what it's like
To cut deep enough to end your life
The only way to find out
Is to cut deep enough without a doubt
The knife reaches the hand-
Slits the wrist-
Over and over again
Until death-
Do us-
Part!
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