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Intricately he made incisions

Softly he fails

He bled to kill a decision

But to no fucking avail

He cried, he beat himself against a wall

"I love you" was lied, he felt

So he tensed a vein to fall

"Bring me home"

"Cast my sorrow throne"

He tried to call

His own

But failed

He cried a subtle tone

Never to fucking avail