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Day by day
Year by year
i start caring less
I don't shed a tear
people worry more
I worry less
my life is pointless
my life is a mess
my grades are dropping
i'm close to stopping
breathing has become a chore
i can't take this anymore
i grab my old friend
and fall on the bathroom floor
i start on my stomach
and end up at my thigh
i drag it across my skin
and feel empty as the blood runs dry

— The End —