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"I made a little slit in my wrist
And it turned into a door
Now walk the hallways of my heart
So that I can show you more
The addled mess that is my brain
The cancer that is my heart
The dead embers that are my passion
That no spark of love could start
Other organs they start failing
Let me make this very plain
I'm at work destroying myself
With all the drugs and hate and pain
Can you escape before the collapse?
As my being falls to the grey
Flee from this decrepit structure
Leave now or forevor stay
Climb out of my fading eyes
Escape on a funeral breath
Run from me as fast as you can
Leave me to self imposed death."
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