am i alive or am i dead my greatest regets repeating in my head in my head feeling so empty and cold like a puddle of my own blood forming in a still houttes of a mold wandering if I'll ever be missed trapped in my own darkness lost to lucidity of my mind the depression a war in time counting down the days left silly rhymes trying to breath but no longer living lost all hope lost all meaning confused with what is real saying grace at my last meal counting down the seconds to death watching in hell as they pat me to rest depression
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