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MY LIFE I’M TIRED OF THIS THING CALLED LIFE MY PROBLEMS I CANT SOLVE CAN’T BELIEVE THAT I AM READY TO DIE BUT DEATH WILL END IT ALL GLANCING BACK ON YEARS THAT’S OLE NOW I CAN HONESTLY SAY AS A CHILD I TREASURED LIFE I REALLY DO MISS THOSE DAYS WHY IS LIFE SO MEANINGLESS FOR THAT’S ONE THING I WILL NEVER KNOW BEING BORN SO DELICATE SMOOTH AND DYING WITHERED OLD MAYBE THINGS IN LIFE THAT IS A HASSLE I MIGHT AS WELL LET THEM GO FOR I MGHT NOT DIE JUST SO SOON I MIGHT LIVE TO BE GRAY-HAIRED OLE

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Date: 11/13/2020 3:44:00 AM
Never lost hope Conrad, better days are only around the corner..
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