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I'm done,
So guess what? You won,
And as I cry,
I want to die,
As I hold the knife steady,
I whisper "Take me god, please, I'm ready
No one cares, they're just pretending,
They can't stop the pain, it's never ending,
They don't know who you are, they don't know your life,
They don't know a thing, about the razors or the knife,
They don't want to know, they're just lying,
They believe your fake smile, but inside your really dying.

— The End —