Where do I go, Now that I have walked to the edge,
And the fall is steep below?
What do I do, when the only hope I have,
Is pills of drowse?
Whom do I tell, what I have done,
When I am ashamed to admit it myself?
Why do I still go on, when the escape button,
Is shining right next to me?
What do I do, when in life,
All is lost and I know its better if it ends?
Maybe I finally let go.
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