Roses and death

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Roses are red

Here's something new

People are dying

And soon i will to

A tear down my cheek

Maine pain in my head

You win society

I'll soon be dead

A slit on my wrist

Two three then four

They're coming upstairs

So i lock the door

The door busts open

And they see I'm not breathing

My brother just stares

My moms chest is heaving

People are cruel

Calling us names

Why do we try

To fit on these frames

So roses are red

Here's something new

People are dying

Now I'm dead too...

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