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Sep 2016
Let me bleed out on the floor
Till it won’t drain from me severed wrist anymore
Watch my face slowly go lifeless
My wretched life passing past in a heaping mess
I tried so hard to make people happy
But little do they see
This is killing me
So let me lay here, bleeding out
Without anyone worrying about my whereabouts
Charles W Rose
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