Suicide

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A suicide note I write,

For people to understand,

Exactly what was going on in my life,

I kept all of my troubles inside,

They kept building up and building up,

Until the end

I couldn't take no-more,

I decided to end my life,

It was the only option I had

To get away from it all,

I opened up th kitchen door,

A bread knife I saw,

So I slit my wrists,

And watched my blood pour.

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