I was heartbroken
I felt the pain
From my marrow
And there was none
Close to me tight
So I wanted to die
By committing suicide
I had poisons and ropes
I was ready to die
So I choose a rope
That I may die by hanging
As I was preparing myself
To meet my friends in hell
I drunk some water
It was so cold that it cooled
All my anger like ice
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