What's one more cut?
Can't do much harm.
Just a bit of blood,
Running down my arm.
It's just one more.
It won't do anything,
My arm is just a little sore.
The blood flows more quickly than usuall...
I feel a little weak...
But I'm fine. I must be.
Now I'm too dizzy to speak...
My vision is blurred, I can't see...
I begin to realize,
Maybe one more was a bad idea...
But now it's up to fate to decide.
And I then I die.
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