i think about it
every second
of every day
i dont know
how i will do it
but i will get it done
i might run out
into the street
and have a car
knock me off my feet
poisin could be the
way to go
mix it with a drink
so i can die slow
overdosing on my pills
could be interesting
to fall asleep forever
to sleep and keep on sleeping
i might just
do what i'v always done
slit my wrist
and let it be done
i think about
every second
of every day
i dont know
how i will do it
but i will get it done
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