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Death is the way to relieve this pain
It gives me shelter from my emotional rain
I run the cold steel blade across my arm
And I know it can do such fatal harm
The edge slightly touches my skin
It seems so very fragile and thin
I draw the knife back and give it a push
Oh my god, what a sensational rush
The blood poures out and drips
It`s dripping from my fingertips I end my life with this will power
And there... There it`s over