i'm dead now,
and its all your fault.
you hurt me one,
to many times.
tonight is the night,
i end my life
in our bed
i slit my wrist
till the read liquid
seeps out.
but i dont cry
i wont shed a tear
when you come home
youll find me here
just lying here
our bed filled with my blood
and now i say goodbye forever more
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