dying slowly
Sit on the ground, darkness awaits in hell,
stand in the blood,
let yourself sink,
sit alone cry in peace,
take a knife slice your skin..
your dying slowly,
and losing memories,
your hurting and you want to,
your dying slowly because you do so..
so take a gun shot yourself up til you DIE!!!!
when you die i will die slowly..
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