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I turn on the water, step into the shower, the blood and tears have way to much power

I can feel the cuts stinging, my ears begin ringing, tears pour from my eyes, like rain in dark skies.

I fall to the ground, my vision gets blurry, someone runs in and calls out to hurry, i wake up again in a hospital bed, seeing myself i surely am dead.

My heart has stopped, my bloods done pouring, everyone's crying, what are they mourning?

A waste of space is all i was no reason to be here, so why are they all crying when my soul is filled with cheer.

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