a wish was dead
A wish a head, a death not so far, blade used for cutting a wrist, crazy with a twist A wish was dead still is, letting my blood drip slow, A wish with no kiss, im letting go of my pain, but can't learn to stop with a tear, no one ever gave me a cheer, but drop like im dead, i try but my wish is dead just like my past, but thats not last, so new task is to leave in tears, to make a wish alive but dieing inside, im evil and going to try but i can't when im the wish thats dead...
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