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Oct 2011
The knife is out, I'm ready to break.
But then I start to shift and shake.
Everyone here can see,
All I want to do is end me.
So what's holding me back?
I'm already off track.
Then thoughts of her rush to my head.
And that's what did it.
I am dead.
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