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Looked over bridges
Trying to find a way down
Counted the pills
That would empty the bottle
Looked at razors
Thought not about shaving
Learned to tie knots
Off a fisherman’s rope
Where to go
From here?
There has to be
A better way
There has to be
A better day
Don’t think
This is the place
Don’t think
This is the time
So for now
I say goodbye
Off to find
A better place
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