I hear voices
But I don't see people
My eye's are heavy
I start to cry
My soul is lonely
My heart is hurting
Images in my mind
Are steady rolling
Then My eye's close
Now they are shut open
Am i dead
Is the last thought in my head
People are crying
But No One
Really Misses Me
People Are Really Happy
To see the Deatch of Me
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