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Your words pelted me like knives.
I've tried it once, twice, and trice
I'm starting to wonder if I have nine lives

Deep, ever-lasting scars go up and down my body
I always feel like a nobody.
No one cares if I live or die
So I'll let the blood pour down my thigh.

Darkness covers my eyes
And I look at it like it's a prize.
Dead, the line went straight.
This has always been my fate.

I'm my own killer, so close the case,
Once and for all, I'm finally done with the chase.

— The End —