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benyadrl
I lay on the cold floor inside the park bathroom
Knowing I'll face my doom
The poison is rushing threw my delicate veins
I hear nothing but the sound as it rains
the hotness of my body begins to rush
my skin so pale No flush
I want to escape the world and be free
So I left home overdosed having a chance to flee
Blackness takes over for about a second
then light comes back I reckoned
I hear sirens coming my way
I know the consequences I must pay
Just another fail to end my life
Maybe next time I'll use a knife
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