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They’ll pick you up,
only to throw you down,
On the cold hard concrete,
broken bones and a shatter heart.

They’ll wind you up,
Only to let you run down,
Until you’re not like you were,
Shattered minds and crushed souls.

They’ll try to help you up,
Only to deny you’re down,
On your luck, on your life,
Slit wrists and scarring cuts.

They’ll make you hate them,
But you’ll want their love too,
Just to know you aren’t alone;
Pills and a rope from a cross bar.

Too late…