The final goodbye I must say. I am dead to world. Bees, trees, I don't see these things, I only see cold. As I take, this rope and hang it, remember all is well, as I drift to a happier place now, far from this hell. My heart it bleeds, thats not one of my needs. With all my mascara running down my cheek, noone can speak words to help me. So I
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