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Dear Evil Man, I dont think it's fair. Not at all. Why do you acquire happiness? I think to myself, "Why? Why is he given a family? And a loving wife? Why is he worthy of living?"
Once upon a dreaded dark night, While I thought and thought about the lady in white,
As the room gets smaller And the voices get louder I remind myself to breath Death is the only thing that is permanent Say it with me: Bed, Mirror, dresser, carpet, blanket Once more, darling ground yourself
You're okay Don't be scared They don't hate you Don't say that It was a mistake Don't hide your face Yes, they're going to talk Don't cry I know it's hard, but you have me