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A knife resting on my wrist All it needed to make my blood flow was a little twist I was so close for the big step And then you called My phone made a ring And the knife faltered I smiled For the first time you called From our textchat to finally a voice message But you told me you hate me You wanted me to die You finally said me good bye And cut off the phone with a slam A dark night got even darker And then I got the irony For me to die all you had to do was not to make the call I tried again and again But never found the same strength Could never keep the knife on my wrist Life is really a great irony All you had to do was not call
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Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
Irony
A knife resting on my wrist All it needed to make my blood flow was a little twist I was so close for the big step And then you called My phone made a ring And the knife faltered I smiled For the first time you called From our textchat to finally a voice message But you told me you hate me You wanted me to die You finally said me good bye And cut off the phone with a slam A dark night got even darker And then I got the irony For me to die all you had to do was not to make the call I tried again and again But never found the same strength Could never keep the knife on my wrist Life is really a great irony All you had to do was not call
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Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
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