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Cross my heart hope to die.
Cut my wrist and say goodbye.
Hang myself from a thread.
Put the gun to my head.
Down some pills,
That make me ill.
Lose my sanity.
Find my clarity.
There is nothing to gain.
All there is left is pain.
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