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Here I sit, wrists steadily bleeding 
My happiness I see quickly fleeting 
I think about the pain
My friends have shunned me 
They think me insane
The world is quickly spinning like a top 
What must  I do to make this stop
Sitting here in my chair I’ve thought
Is this whole thing my fault 
Is this all because of my sinning 
Is that why my world keeps spinning 
Why must I feel this way 
Will I feel better on a new day 
For some reason I think not my friend 
It seems as though this is the end
All I see is black everywhere 
Black in th3e sea and black in the air 
Black in every thing that once was pretty 
These hopeless feelings are such a pity
All I see is a tunnel of bad 
And my inside all beat up and sad
I want to believe my happiness I shall fend
But I feel this is the end

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