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insert the needle into the brain
and sew it shut.
it no longer wishes for pain
take the open vein
and sew it shut.
melting into the fog as it shrouds
dissapearing into every crowd, surrounded yet
standing alone
another statistic, another hunk of bone
should my eyes begin to wet
sew them shut.
there's no use for tears, no matter how much the pain rears it's ugly head
the rain sings a chorus,
of why I should be dead