the end

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as i sit alone and ponder

will i ever find a true friend

my mind always starts to wonder

maybe i should bring my life to an end

i sit alone in a dark room

i cry and cry till i can't see

i'll never make a good groom

whats the point of trying to be

someone that just isn't me

i watch as the blood flows down my arm

i cry as the blood drips

no one cares that i self-harm

i feel great as my body slips

into the darkness and feel my body go numb

maybe someone will care when i am gone

as i feel the end i say so long

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