I suffer through these long dark days.
People in white coats putting needles in me.
I don’t understand what’s happening.
But I know my days are numbered.
I lived my life.
It wasn’t a good life but it will have to do.
I suffer through these long dark days.
But finally I see the light as I
Softly drift away.
People in white coats putting needles in me.
I don’t understand what’s happening.
But I know my days are numbered.
I lived my life.
It wasn’t a good life but it will have to do.
I suffer through these long dark days.
But finally I see the light as I
Softly drift away.
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Mandi C. 
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