I cut myself to play,
The red it seeps my shirt.
I stabbed a man like Cain,
Buried the corpse in dirt.
My friends left in a day,
Were threats I couldn't avert.
So I dug my veins away,
But nothing dulled my hurt.
So I killed myself today,
Just to see if it would work.
I blew my brains away,
Perview my bloody herse.
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