In a haze of fear

The end is near

This is my last year

Soon i shall go my dear..

You'll miss me i hope

But i know you will cope

Please do not mope

As i look for the rope..

I could swallow tablets in bed

A bullet to my head

Or leave blood gush from my wrists instead

Don't you worry, i'll do it before we're wed..

A tear just fell f...

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