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Why try to rest those eyes?
Why take another bite?
Why discover the rest of your life when you're smothered and petrified?

Couldn't sleep, cut her wrists
She couldn't sleep, what a mess

Oh I don't know how her last seven days went, but I know the wanting of pleasures, she got dressed and painted her nails red, I don't know why she'd want herself dead

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