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Nov 2018
When you come at your lowest
And have nowhere left to go
When life's at it's slowest
And you simply can't say no

You take the razor
And make the first one deep
Your body feels the tazor
You fall down and weep

One cut is not enough
So you make some more
I don't want to see their face
When they walk through the door

How do I explain that I want to die
How do I tell them that my happiness was a lie
They'll get teary-eyed and ask why
Forching me to stop and simply cry

The blood makes a mess
And you're still here
You take the poison and shallow
And say bye to what you held dear

With the feelings that I used to hide
I prepare my suicide
Michael Smit
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Michael Smit  M/Potchefstroom
(M/Potchefstroom)   
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