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The Suicide Poem

One of these days, I'll learn how to write

But I'm doing the best I can

I'll probably never be Edgar Allan Poe

Or any kind of famous man

 

No one will ever know my name

Or even hear my rhymes

I've told myself it doesn't matter

At least a million times

 

For me this life is over

There's no where else to turn

The time has come for me to end it

I guess I'll never learn

 

Don't anyone try to stop me

For it will do no good

Things are just gonna happen

The way I knew they would

 

It's time for me to **** myself

Yes, It's time for the blood to flow

How long does it take to die from a paper cut

Does anybody know?

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