Knife at chest
Gun at head
Rope at throat
I've always thought
This wouldn't be
But it was ruined
They said they loved me
Yet they pushed me away
To leave me in darkness
Plunged it in
Pulled the trigger
Jumped off the stool
Now gone and in a sad place
Only now they morn me
I cry out in sadness and pain
Death over take me!
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