(why) Poem by Him Name

the razor in hand it is to my expections...
a swift slice and i fell...
finaly i feel the...thethe...PAIN
emotion so sweet so bitter yet so ecepted...
the darkness closes around me so unexpected...
no no this is too much the reaper weapes as i do...
what have i done just now i find it so fast im losing it...
STOP! NO not like this no i must fight the suiside king for my life...
i must find it the reason to get up...
pain...death...respect...lonelyness...the kiss...
why? why should not give up its what i need to do...
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WAIT no their just tests this is what the doll said i sould do...
but why? ... good night sweet prince