Rex

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Copyright, Rex

Slit My Wrists Cuz i wanna Die.
Pain is gone though. So i wont cry.
Remember everything u put me thru?
Well fricken look wut it brought me to.
Here i am dead on the floor.
Blood on the carpet and smeared on the door.
A razorblade beside me, my wrists bloody and slashed.
I left you a note. To read when i’ve passed.
When u find me I hope u brake down and cry.
Cause then u’ll finally know That ur the reason why

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