Dieing

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I always thought that I was fine

I thought I'd never cross the line

I knew that all would be well

That was until I fell under his spell

I knew he had a heart of gold

But he never know I was oh so cold

I always sat and thought of the knife

The one I'd use to end my life

So I wouldn't hurt and cry

It'd just be easier for me to die

To me it all feels the same

My demons will never be tame

So I set here and cry

I'm ok my biggest lie

And get my little knife

Cutting deep to end my life

I feel my tears pouring down

I've already hit the ground

So with my head held high

I wish to tell you all goodbye

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