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I had the knife, held my breath
should I choose life, should I choose death
I dropped it on the floor, screaming at myself
I ran for the door, thinking of something else
A specific person was on my mind
A very good person, that’s so very kind
I won’t say a name, or point a finger
But them a blame, for me being here
Without them, I’d be goneWithout them, I’d have done something wrong
I was in denial, I thought it would help
And for a while, it’s just how I felt.

~Unknown