A Suicide Note.

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I'm (a) little tired,
So I think I'm going to (s)leep.
I hope you (u)nderstand that
Somet(i)mes it's hard to breathe,
When my thoughts ra(c)e,
Trapped (i)n my mind.
It's time to say goo(d)night,
Pl(e)ase don't forget
That you mea(n) everything.
I'm sorry. I'm no go(o)d
Wi(t)h words, but I love you.
Please don't forg(e)t that.

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