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if I slit my wrists, would you care?

if I cut my throat would you be aware?

if I hung myself, would you see me there?

if I died right now would you even dare

to be the one to say that life’s not fair?

would you see me cold and start to stare?

if you died right now I know I would rip and tear

I would stretch the skin till it showed me bare

and I wouldn’t know just where. to die first id have to live

and if this is life then it leaks like a sieve

for the tortured souls who just don’t give

who are all so unable to just forgive

and were all too willing to send

their lives over the falls and bring about THE END