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I found a really cool poem. May trigger sadness.
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Death

the thought of seeing you again
is bringing me to tears
the vision of your lovely face
vanishes my fears
the jagged scratches on my arms
the tears of crimson fate
my death is coming slowly now
to be my lovely mate
if you'd only understood
i'd be alive today
but you didn't so i'm not
and it's to stay that way
so now i'm lying on the floor
blood trailing from my wrists
no one's there to find the blades
balled up in my fists
so cry a river of cold tears
this is the last of me
it is too bad that i couldn't
just have made you see