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I Sit...


I sit here alone,

Just a pillow and food,

No one to think along with me with what I have to go do.

 

I sit here alone,

Just waiting to see,

If someone like you will come to greet me.

 

I sit here alone,

With nothing on hand.

Just a rope and a tree,

both waiting for my end.

 

I sit here alone,

No longer inspired to live.

 

I might as well do it,

For the good of the world.

 

No one will miss me,

Sitting here alone.

 

 

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