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FINALITY
You sit in your little, dark room
Your mind filled with desperation and
gloom
Your heart aching with anger and pain
Freedom from hurt you wish to gain
One last letter you start to write
Stating facts of your final plight
The words flow from your pen with ease
Like leaves bowing to the breeze
No one will ever get to know
In your heart, a ray of sun does glow
Pills you take to make you sleep
Pray the Lord, your soul will keep
When they find you lying there
Their turn, the pain to bear |
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