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Tears rolling down
I deserve to be thrown
No one have known
What pain I own

Thoughts of death
Shattered blood in the bed
Greetings to my old friend
I want me to end

Mind's too tortured
Short time rest won't help
Pain is inevitable
Nonetheless, it will save me from trouble

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