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Until It HappensI dream a dream of wanting to die
And wake in the night just to cry
My tears are made of rose colored blood
And everyday the over flood
I take my razor to my skin
And repeating to myself I'm just a sin
Only if my life would end
Coming to conclusion that I depend
That if I die before I am wanted
Could only get my life more taunted
So until I die at the right moment
I shall use my razor until I condone it.
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