As lay awake on this cold winters morning I here the screams then my sisters snoring.
I can't help but think what it would be like to be dead maybe I'll just shoot myself in the head.
But today is another day yet I dare say.
Life as I know it has washed away.
And those children at the park play, not knowing what is today.
That today is my calling and my calling is death.
So I slowly die under this unsteady breath.
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