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xistence is dreary

I find myself weary Of constantly giving The effort of living I wish I would not That my breathing would stop And mostly that I Would hurry up and die Just fall dead in my tracks But it seems I am trapped In this body, I’m stuck And my God, does it suck! So all my days I spend Just a’wondering when No more days will begin And it finally ends

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