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Mar 2015
So, tell me death
Is this how I shall meet my end?

Laying in bed with deep breaths
Reaching out to you, my good friend

Blood soaked scars down my heart
About to tear my neck apart

Hold the knife against my skin
Death, please, I beg you,
Push it in
Written by
Arth  Sydney
(Sydney)   
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     hsc, Brian Payamps and Arth
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