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Jan 11
I am now bathing in sweet sorrow,
if only your happiness i could borrow,
to get out of this for just a day,
for that any amount i would pay,
drowning in my own pain,
got nothing to lose but nothing to gain,
slowly losing my mind,
i feel my senses begin to grind,
i let out one deep sigh,
as i prepare myself to die.
Alone again...
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