Why must I trudge
In the mud filled despair
Why when I cry on the inside
Never a tear appears
It bursts now and then
At inconvenient times
But what use it to complain
It always happens, I still always whine
In every situation
I see through my eyes
Visions of death appear
I see all of the flies
Dying is life
Everyone must go
But can't I go quickly?
I feel so…low
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