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Blood and water

O lord why,  my life's a mess.    My hopes, my dreams, so far i hardly taste, only the bitter of life.  The mirror of my life lay in pieces at my feet, i pick one up, a memory of my past happy and bright. O lord why,  1 slash 2slash 3, in water shall be my final rest, was the thought as my life left my wrist       

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