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Hatred

Every night i lie down in my bed,
and think of you and start to cry,
and i wonder why,
im holding the knife in my hand,i think of you and i want to die,
i begin to cut myself and begin to die i fall to the floor,
and i relize you did this to me,
and i die tonight,
and you auctually wonderd why.
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