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Too many tears
Have I shed in my past
I've none left to cry
I am empty at last
All I can do now is feel anger and self-hatred
There is nothing left to live for
With angry thoughts in my head
I have slits on my wrists
And soon shall be dead
Slowly slide into the mist
My soul shall be burned
My heart used as coal
My lesson has yet to be learned
So here I lay
Dead as a nail
My anger has left me
And on you it shall hail