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My pit of despair,
I don't have to die to be there. My life is it, My own torturing pit. There's nothing I can do, I just push away from you. Your help I don't want, So you turn and taunt, Would you just go away, Please leave don't stay. As I curl into a ball, My life starts to fall. I can't get out of this hole, It's like I am losing my soul. I have lost everything I know, And in my mind it's time to go. So I say farewell to those who cared, I did know that you were always there. And as I took my final leap, I knew that I would now rest in a peaceful eternal sleep.
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