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Picking black cotton until my body is

Rotten. Suicide isn't an option, there's

Another way. Making my misery my

Legacy, writing my fears on the blue

Lines. I will live again, until then I

Continue to grow as a poet in this life

Of mines. I work a regular nine to five

And I reside in the mind to write. I might

Die in the light, if judgment of the skies

Analyze the evil intentions that sleep

Within me. Could you blame me, if 

You was hungry? I saw kids families

With a lot of money and they still

Stealing. I should earn a prestigious

Award for the perseverance and 

Diligence. Until then I am picking

Black cotton until my body is rotten.