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[xfuckx]

Blood dripped from my arm, in a melodic fashion.
I tore at my wrists with a butter knife, hurting myself with desolate passion.
The knife cannot intrude my skin
My feelings don't protrude from within

I dispose myself in the bathtub
While I compose myself an ending
A conclusion to life
Began with the slice of a knife

My immortable pain is more than unendurable
As the blood drips down the side of the tub
I wish I could find my life to be an enduring renewal.
But I have run out of time