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Pain

Roses are red

The violets are dead

They’ve wilted from all

The things that I’ve said

Fire with fire

It has shortened my life

They say it won’t hurt

But it cuts like a knife

Zero one two three four

I promised I wouldn’t

Do this anymore

Five six seven eight

Say your goodbyes

Before it’s too late

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