I ROTE U A POEM.
I WROTE IT ON MA RIST.
I ROTE IT WIV A RAZER BLADE.
IT ENDED WID A TWIST.
DA BLADE WAS SHARP AND NARROW>
I DID IT 2 KILL DA PAIN.
AS I FINISHED MA 1ST SENTENCE
DA BLADE HIT A VAIN.
I SAW MA POEM RUN DOWN MA ARM
AND DRIP ONTO DA FLOOR
I SAW A PILE OF BLOOD>
AND DEN I SAW NO MORE.
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