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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 --