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10:32 A.M.


I walk alone this street/ I can't see you because of the sun's blazing heat/ I have no life, I have died in defeat/ All I needed was someone to talk to/ but, you were to busy being you/ things could have been better,remeber when we were two?/ nobody had a clue/what would happen to me,what I would do/ Where were you?/ So while I'm sitting on this chair/ Death staring at me thru cold, dark air/ I think life was good when I was young/ Now I'm going to die, I'll stand here until I'm hung/ As I put the rope around my neck/ I say to myself what the heck/ I need to go to the bar, I need a drink/ I need some time to sit and think/ But, as I begin to open the door/ your memory comes back, and I fall to the floor/ I'm going to end my life, I will go on no more/ I go on and put the rope around my head/ At 10:32 I'm officially dead/
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