Cry. Lie. Die.

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Cry.

Lie.

Die.

We do all of this,

and more.

Even when we're alive no longer.

Cry.

Lie.

Die.

Wish that I'd stop,

But I can't;

I'm a disappointment and a drop.

Cry.

Lie.

Die.

You do, too,

You know.

It shows like a glow.

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