1 cut 2 cut
1 cut
2 cut
3 cut
4…
I drop my metal savior to the floor…
My body turns cold and now I cry…
Because I know I made a mistake and now I’m dying…
My hands turn blue and my face is numb..
Only a few more breathes and I will be done…
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