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Finally
This moisture falling from each eye,
This night I know I will surly die,
Lying on the floor with this knife,
Tonight I will end my life,
I slice my wrist and watch it bleed,
My arm is numb I cannot feel,
I’m here alone left to die,
Like all them nights I was alone to cry,
I cut my arm to see it bleed I cut my wrist through the vain,
I’m lying here hoping this will stop the pain,
I’m here on the floor watching the blood so red,
My life is over I’m finally dead!
Una
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