How low you be O' life for what you've come upon, left the dearness in you. Are you the lowest low or yet going is this fall to the discouraging depths of shame and disgust. Depths designed to kill my hopes of trying to rise, is where am destined to it seems.
Losing, or maybe stabbed on the back bleeding a slow death I am. And this great fall. Already a bleeding heart, to life I plead for may this fall close my eyes and death embrace me.
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