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Dear Life,
It's a burning mess, and I'm one of the flames;
Terminally depressed because it's all the same.
Another Saturday night and it's one a.m.,
You're back on my mind, I just need to win.
So take a number and get in line,
Because it's just not enough this time.
Too many things the pills will never mend,
Now I'm waiting here for it all to --
This poem is about:
Our world