As I died my death,
I thought of the sorrow I was going threw,
I heared my mom laughing as she stabbed me bit by bit,
She has never cared for me,
She never will,
Strangling me at every chance she can get at,
hiting me with sorrow and physical blows,
I turn to cutting myself,
I loved the pain I gave myself,
I am dead,
I am death,
When I died I took the knife my mom used and I cut her bit by bit,
She deserved it,
To die forever in hell,
To die forever the way she should.
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