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I thought it was a passing phase
But it has come to stay
Today,
Everyday.

"My sadness", this phrase,
Has eaten me inside out
I now make plans
While doing face palms

This isn't what I hoped
My life would be.
Dope,
I thought to see

I have run out of life juice
My sadness is my muse
My mind I often misuse
Help me
I'm dying

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