Split Shift

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C'mon silly girl, swallow them whole
Take them and you pay no toll
These pills make you sleep 
Beneath the stars
Worry free with healing scars
Take out your razor 
And slice your wrist
For this is a game 
Called the Split Shift
You cut your skin 
To heal your sorrow
Surely you'll be happy tomorrow? 

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