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Marie 14h
Days are long and exhausting,
Night insomnia is boring,
Thoughts like bullets in a race,
Droplets slide down one's face.
Death! Wonder!
What is like to die?
To say that last goodbye?
Live! Ponder!
Come on!
Hang on for the children,
Hang on for the hurt to go,
Hang on for new karma
Hang on for inner happiness to flow.
Hang on because you are worth more than to go.

— The End —