Crime?

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Let the riptides take me away from the home of my memories

Take me away from the pain and the joy

Good and bad memories

Take me away from a place where my heart is played like a game

Away from the sun and the moon

To a place where I can be alone

Where death will pull me apart

And make my death a work of art

To never be seen alive again

Is that such a crime?

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