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My depression lies (tw//depression, blood, self harm, death etc.)

The sun goes down

In this gloomy old town

Down in the south 

My depression lies

And the tears shed from my eyes

The blood starts dripping

Down from the arms

For where my dead body lies

For the blood from my arms

Has never stopped

And the wounds

Shall finally stop

Sheading the blood from the victims

Of whosoever mess with me

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