O death! You the escape only,
In a world where I'm so down, disheartened and lonely.
In a place full of gross pals,
And when you're so messed up with the walls,
Full of stigma.
And you realize you are tied
Then you cried a million times and cried.
Tell me, isn't death a good cure then??

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