I’m slowly decaying inside,

My impending death draws ever closer,

And isolated feelings well to the surface.

No self respect, no self esteem, no will to go on,

Why do I have to suffer in this hell?

Ethereal suicide is waiting.

Will I take that path?

The answer: NO!

I feel that tomorrow will be o.k.

 
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