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I can feel it
Would anyone care if my heart stopped beating
Will they miss me
Will they care?
Or will I just vanish
Right into thin air
Will I be just a blood stain on the floor;
A hole in the ground?
This life isn'y working
It's suffocating me
I can't think of any other way out
Other that to dig the blade deeper,
And let the blood flow.