I love my life
I do
Open the drawer
I want to see
What happens next
Stare at the blade
I want to know what
It is to be loved (by you)
Pick it up
To get married
To start a family
Slash
I want to live...
Grow old (with you)
Blood soaks the floor
But you're gone
Why aren't you coming back?
Drip drip drip
Fade to black
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