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Cut open

Bleeding wide

Simple thoughts

Of suicide

Pushed and

Stomped on

Trying

To push on

Tears

Of pain

Thoughts

Of death

Laying on

The ground

Nothing left

Eyes closed

Heartbeat slow

Body numb

The hymns flow

No heart beat

Pills by

The side

Cold temperature

Proof of

Suicide

Pain remains

Driving your

Loved ones insane

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