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• i am offline

I sit here in my room,

I think about my final doom.

My life is a living hell,

As I look how far i have fell.

I think of taking my life,

My suiced with a dull knife.

I just want to fucking die,

And let every one know my lie.

I have fell and fell into hell,

The demon here is cairying a flail.

I follow him into the torture den,

This shall be my mortal sin.

I think of how to kill,

Just jump off this mountian hill.

Or a drill to my temple,

Oh how that would be so simple.

I have hit rock bottum,

With a very hard problem.

I thought i could trust her for she was fare,

But for her now I do not care.

Her blood runs down my face like red confettie,

Its redder than her moms spegettie.

And now she is dead and how i have fled,

Now I'm in my car with a gun to my head.