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A life, a heart and a soul,

Paid in six easy installments to hell,

Three if I slice deep enough,

Drivin' these pins into my skin,

Until I hit the vein,

And I bleed 'til I don't care anymore,

But there's always something in my way,

Something that bandages the skin,

And I have to start over,

One day it'll work though,

And I'll be dead in my own blood,

No one can save me and I don't want them to.


The End

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