I beg you, please,
Hand me the knife.
I need to rescue myself from the awful disease.
And I think the screams in my head agrees.
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
Please, I beg you,
Let me end the strife.
For there's nothing worthy left in my life.
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
Please, I implore,
You won't see me bother you anymore
Just one last request...
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
Give me the knife
And there'll be no more lies.
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