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if i put this razor to my skin i know that i will surly give in,
if i keep doin this i know that i will never win,
as i do this i can not help but cry as i wish to slowly die,
when i see the blood rushin down my arm,
i know that this will come of no good only harm,
as i think to my self this blood has to go.
as i tremble i stumble to the floor,
for i can not take my life anymore.
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