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Another poem I wrote during the depression!

One morning,

I won't wake up.

I will be Dead,

In a pool of my own blood.

I'll write "good night"

And I'll be gone forever.

That is my fate,

My fate.

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It does rym ihate that. But it does hav its own ownage in its own way.

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