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To whom it may concern
Don’t be shocked what you are about to learn
In any case, this is a suicide note
The last thing on this earth I wrote
Just listen, I don’t need you to reply
As I briefly narrate, why I had to die
Life was hard, what else can I say
I never had, not one happy day
It was my birthday last month but one
At thirty five, with this life I am done
What’s so special about breathing?
What’s the big deal about your heart beating?
Why should it beat if it can’t beat your troubles?
Why keep breathing the dust as your world crumbles?
It is not easy being alive, and its more difficult dying
But whatever more life is offering, I am not buying
Like most, I dint find love and was escaped by wealth 
So i got depressed, and with that came my poor health
Enough millionaires have passed me by in flashy cars
Enough women have engraved my heart with deep scars
Knowing i will never be a rich man no a lover
Under the blanket of merciful death I take cover
Death can’t be so bad; it’s just being permanently sedated
Detaching all your feelings, from a world full of hatred
The government took from me tax, and the landlord his rent
Toiling under tyranny was how my youth was spent
The church came rebuking my sins and offering me hope
But i couldn't hold on to the hope, so now i hold the rope
Make no mistake; I have nothing against the Lord
It’s just that the cost of living is higher than I can afford
If living is an daily event, i am taking a rain-check
Instead staying home to fit a rope around my neck
I would rather turn into a corpse and be still in death
Than be a loitering tramp in the street with breath
I know so little about living, and about dying even less
But so be it if losing my life will be my last expense
I hope father and mother find it in their hearts to forgive me
If I could rewind back time, I would tell them not to conceive me
But I want to thank them for they tried to give me the best
It’s just unfortunate my wings broke as soon as I left their nest
I have been falling down ever since and am about to hit the ground
I have always been a loner and this is a sure way to avoid the crowd
Whoever discovers this note can have the little possessions I had
The only thing to be found of interest is my broken ipad
Please if it’s not too much to ask, don’t bother with the coffin
I hate the idea of people surrounding my dead body sobbing
Put me on one of those fire chambers, let me burn to smoke
I want no remembrance of me, for my life was a joke
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