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''Everyday you live your life wondering why did this happen? Why did that happen to me? Well, fate is an unplanned path for us, but one, that was also planned.''
She paints a lovely pictureBut here's the shocking twistThe paintbrush is a razorAnd the canvas is her wrist Don't you seeWhat you've done to me? You caused me to die.To take my own life.I lived in pain