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Every night,

I wonder why,

I ask this god,

to let me die,

To never wake,

My life is shit,

My love is fake,

My mind has split,



The next day comes,

I stand and pray,

that this will be,

My final day,

But how that day,

Will never come

for thats too easy,

for me, the scum.