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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