why do we live in this life
we always stay in is strife
why don't we end it
with a knife
we don't, that's good
but some people would
end their it with a knife
and if they get caught
they will be in strife
but some can't help it
to cut them selves with a sharp knife
why do people think?
that people cutting them selves are weird?
they are normal aren't they?
I do but others don't
why are people criticising everything
they all think they are kings and get away with everything
they don't like losing
so they criticise to win
because a pin can pop any balloon
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