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These tears like a river flow

 I keep a front; a wall up so melancholy won't show

The façade of serene tranquility appeared daily constructed in this mask

 I felt worse than Judas

 I thought you knew this

 In the end, I've found my peace

 Not by bullets, poison, or any other way

 But a watery grave is where I now lay

 Surrounded by the dark water's embrace

 As I breathe in the H20; it's oxygen taking its face

 By the time you read this note,

 I'll be long gone from this place

 this wretched world we call life

 don't be sad and shed wasted tears

 for now, I'm innocent and free

 Now, I feel my life draining from me

 My heart beating steadily its pace

 My breath is slowly dying

 My eyes heavy from its long toil

 Darkness shadows over me and I take my final rest