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Sometimes I dream about what it's like
When I'll have no air in my lungs
When I won't have to deal with this treacherous world anymore
I don't get the sparkle in my eye;
No excited butterflies in my stomach...
Just numbness; it has gotten so bad
I don't even think I want to be happy
Some people say I'm not looking hard enough for something good
But, I say, I've looked for way too long
Also, some say that life is a gift
But, if you open up your mind
You'll see it's just a curse
Most days I dream about