Take out the weed alittle too much for me
Take out a pen and paper to write
Take out a knife this is my suicide.
Pour the liquor 7 shots to drink
Roll the weed wait! This isn't me
Write a letter, let it be sweet
Sharpen the knife I will not cry.
Chug the acid my throat to burn
Smoke it all the room it turns
Seal the letter my mother to find
Cut my wrists now, I can die.
-j
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