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Death
every night I come home weeping
It feels as if death is creaping
up in all of my thoughts
shattering my dreams like broken pots
everyday I think of dying
because it seems everyone is lying
to me, my feelings, my thoughts, my heart
life is not longer a delicious, sweet tart
life is a killer, murderer, and thief
the only thing it brings me is grief
I want to leave without a noise
leaving behind all of my toys
leaving behind all of my friends
while saying my last amends
my last wish is to die
and to bid my loved ones goodbye
