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Aug 2014
1 cut 2 cuts 3 cuts...4
What's 10 other, since I'm a little *****
5 cuts, 6 cuts, 7 cuts...8
My only friend is a ruthless blade
9 cuts, 10 cuts, 11 cuts...12
I'm stuck in this depression where I dwell
Let's keep going?.... What the hell
Let's just skip to 75,76,77,78
Were all dying anyways.
So I might might as well get it over with
I guess I'll just start at the wrists
Next the legs , then the neck  
Get a rope and jump off the deck
Pop some pills and go to sleep
Since I haven't been able to in weeks
I hope in the morning my mom won't cry
Over my lovely suicide.
Written by
Maris Jayne Weathers  Elgin, IL
(Elgin, IL)   
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   Adam Jones and Ariel Baptista
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