Suicide

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If you could see all of the bullshit you've put me through,

You'd cry,

You'd kill yourself,

You'd feel so fucking terrible,

But I keep that bullshit to myself,

And maybe I have or will do those things,

You'll be included in my suicide note,

My last text will be to you,

I'll cut your name into my wrists,

Thighs,

Stomach,

Calves,

Everywhere possible,

And the final will be right down my arm vertically

How would you feel about that? ;)

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