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In a pool of blood I am lying
Trying to bleed myself to sleep I am slowly dieing The cuts on my body are deep People have told me not to die The girl I love still cares for me I am dieing, though no one understands why Seems people these days just cannot see You cannot live, with a broken heart There is no possible way How could you live, if your heart's torn apart You will be dead to stay So this is the reason,why I must die There's no point in me living anymore To live on, would be to deny That I am scarred, to the core I am not afraid of death coming Nor inviting her to come When she arrives, I won't be running To death, I will just succumb Why do people care, it's not their fault That my time on this world, has come to an end People fear death, people fear it's result But why live, when your wounds won't mend......
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