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one cut two cut three cut four i watch the blood drip from my wrists to the floor five cut six cut seven cut eight the blood flowing and rushing makes me feel faint nine cut ten cut eleven cut twelve cut for a little then cry some more thirteen cut fourteen cut fifteen cut sixteen the blood is starting to show through my jeans seventeen cut eighteen cut nineteen cut twenty pain is the only thing i feel fifty-nine seventy-six eighty-three ninety-nine i'm starting to lose track one-hundred i've finally decided to end it all and pick up the gun

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