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Everything is gray  Nothing has color anymore Nothing makes me happy  I can't be happy anymore So many thing used to make me happy  Now those things have no meaning I'm sick of this colorless cloud I live on  But there is no way off If I take a step off the cloud I will fall to my inevitable death  I will eventually die sooner then later Right now I think it will be sooner  I'm tired Mentally I'm exhausted  I want it to end....
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC
Gray
Everything is gray  Nothing has color anymore Nothing makes me happy  I can't be happy anymore So many thing used to make me happy  Now those things have no meaning I'm sick of this colorless cloud I live on  But there is no way off If I take a step off the cloud I will fall to my inevitable death  I will eventually die sooner then later Right now I think it will be sooner  I'm tired Mentally I'm exhausted  I want it to end....
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC
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