And ill snap, my own neck
Hang the noose
From the ceiling to my back
Slit my wrists
With a dull of a knife
Blood spilling from my vains
Finally i feel fine
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 10:26 AM UTC
And ill snap, my own neck
Hang the noose
From the ceiling to my back
Slit my wrists
With a dull of a knife
Blood spilling from my vains
Finally i feel fine
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