A Problem

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This padded

Protective

Whitewalled room

Leaves no room

For my death

I hold my breath

I try at least

But when successfully

I meet sleep

Unsuccessfully

I meet life

They rushed in

So concerned

And woke me from my slumber

I asked them to end this world

For me

They said no.

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