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>Roses are red,
>Violets are blue,
>I wrote this poem,
>To try to help you.
>But the roses are wilted,
>And the violets are dead,
>So tell me how to stop,
>These demons screaming in my head.
>I tried to help,
>I really did,
>But it's harder to fight,
>When you'll end up dead.
>So roses are red,
>Violets are blue,
>I wrote another poem,
>To try and help me and you.
>But once again, the roses are wilted,
>And the violets are dead,
>So I took a razor in my hand,
>And now my wrists are stained red.
