IV

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Clouds were dark,
Stars are visible but without spark,
Wind is howling and wild,
As I look up the sky like a lonely child.

I closed my eyes,
Releasing a heavy sigh,
Fists were Clenched
Thinking of ending my life.

I am so tired that,
As the rain will arrive
I will be nothing but a
A lifeless fly, so this is a goodbye.

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