Rememeber the last days of my life,
When everything was dark;
And nothing was nice,
The sun seemed dim,
As did the sky,
The breeze did sting;
As it blew on by,
My eyes do close,
While I'm resting my head
My body feels cold;
But I'm warm in bed,
Breakfast taste's groce,
But I eat it all down,
I got to get the post;
But I fall to the ground
I lay there alone
In pain I am
The depression of the world
has put me down
lonlyness is me
It kills me inside
I find it hard to breathe
As I contemplate suicide
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