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Broken glass on the floor.

Tub full of blood
Lungs grasping for air
Sinking to the bottom
Letting go.
No one's listening to my cries

Reaching for where you hand once was
Disappearing into the death of my blood.
You've caused this to happen to me
My mind can't take it
My body is sore
I'm cut up.....
My body trembles at the thought of your name

My mind says I still care
But
My body says I can't take this
I'm too sore for this
It's time to go.
We'll be fine
I promise
I can do this with out another mess up
I'll be fine

I'm always fine....

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