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Death... please

I'm tired...

Everyday

I die by the minute

Every hour

I cry for relief

This world is built on pain

From the banishment of Eden

To this moment

This world knows no joy

To cry is meaningless

To complain is meaningless

To die...

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Published: Apr 28, 2012
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