Coming back to this place is suicide,  

finishing the words that are left to say,  

Your going to rip my heart out and suffacate me, 

But you already killed my better half,

So there's nothing left but suicide,  

life just a record held on replay,  

We've already done this once don't you see,  

You stabbed me in the back with your mighty staff,  

You just helped me out with my suicide

The End

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