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As I swing from this rope
Thinking about how people called me a freak
I hang here and choke
Feeling tears run down my cheek
Waiting just to be dead
Trying to end the pain
So I can be in my death bed
In the ground i will be lain
To enjoy the peace and quite
Then next comes the dirt
Dont you think its a riot
No longer will I hurt
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