The End

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I slit my throat,

as if killing a goat,

it was fast,

it was my last,

I wanted to die,

that's why I said goodbye,

they made me cry,

they made me want to die,

they called me fat,

they called me a rat,

they said I was so small I could be eaten bye a cat,

so I did it,

all it took was one slit.

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