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I wish I was consistent
But habits are resistant To change I try to do my utmost But every day is almost The same The more I try to get well The more I dive into hell Again I know one day I will die The thought almost makes me high And sane I know I can't continue All this I've been going through And then I'll welcome it with gladness I'll not meet it with sadness The end
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