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Murder
I did it again, as I’ve done before
I looked at the man lying dead on the floor
I kill people but I don’t know why
I don’t know why I want them to die
Probably because I’ve never thought
Along the way I forgot what I sought
It’s a pointless thing to murder a person
And a stupid thing to want to hurt them
But now I’ve started, I can’t stop
It’s a ruthless thing that I’ll never drop
My life has no trophies to display on a shelf
So I’ll end one last life and kill myself.
