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What's the fucking point?
Bills, homework, bullies, life...
Why not just rest? Eternally.
Long nap... tempting...
But, I must persevere, stay positive.
I'll soon have a family!
Something to look forward to!
But... stress and work hold me back.
I may give myself a heart attack.
I...just...can't. Anymore.
I'll submit to the blood and gore.
Walk past the pretty, pink candy store.
See my boyfriend with a whore.
More. More. More.
None.
Ha.
I'm done.

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