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I sit here very tired

My time on Earth has already expired

Why do what I do?

Besides What's it to you?

Why can't I be left alone?

My life is my own

Everything I say is straight

Even to my last words of hate

You better believe

I'm not some bitch who hides shit up her sleeve

I'm real, not fake

Don't think of ever making that very mistake

It's hard to explain

But I remain in sadness and pain

I strike one slash...

Turns into a blo0dy gash

The gash turns intense

Brings cries and suspense

Seems like I'm standing in a puddle of mudd

But in reality it's my warm dripping blo0d

You get nearer and nearer

Take a lo0k at yourself in the mirror

What are you doing?

Keep that up you'll be attending your own viewing

What you do behind closed do0rs

is not my business but yours

When you stay in your ro0m

All i can do is sit here and assume

Wait it is my business, YOU are ME

I'm confused with this storY

This is where i leave you off to think

I could be gone in an instant blink......