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I slit my wrists
And close my eyes Praying to God To let me die. The pain is deep I can’t get free Please, oh please Just let me be. Why do I stay awake, Hoping you’ll call? Maybe you’ll notice now With no me at all I feel this rush, This certain high I guess I’ll be leaving now So long and good-bye.
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