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I hate my life
I want to die
For the last time
I say goodbye
I grab my razor
And the gun
As to bullets
I have but one
Pain on my mind
I want to leave
I'm thinking things
That I should reprieve
I feel the gun
And load the bullet
Touch the trigger
Then I pull it
The blood dripping down
It falls from my head
You can finally smile
Because I'm finally dead

I wrote this a few months ago. It represents my feelings.