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Wher do i start?
with my chest,
or my neck?
Maybe my arms,
or even my wrist?
Slowly draging the cold blade
all over my naked numb body.
so where do I start?
The worst is already over
the pain in my heart!
Now I only cry,
I want to see myself die.
Slowly, piece by piece,
cause I can not live
with all I have did.
So as the blade keeps traveling,
as if it has its own decision to make,
I drag it across the top of my breast,
then slowly I slit my right wrist.
as the blood drips down,
I smile for you.
and then my left,
I'm bleeding for you.
I drop my weapon,
as the pain starts throbbing,
making up for the missed beats of my heart.
I lay on my bed,
and stare at the wall,
yet I can only see your face...
I die for you.
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