A notebook, a pen,
I'll write it down fast.
There's no turning back,
My life is going to end at last.
The memories fade,
the friends dissappear.
The point I'm trying to make,
Is becoming so clear.
I don't want to live,
The struggle is to much.
I'll miss you all alot,
You were my guardians and such.
I'm sorry it had to end like this,
But what I want is coming at last.
I'm apologizing its so sloppy,
I had to write it down fast.
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