Creaping through the halls,
tiptoeing up the stairscase.
The clock of my soul is ticking.
Impaciently waiting,
by the source of destruction.
My mind has been made.
No one will miss me;
I'm leaving unloved.
I have nowhere to go,
no one to see,
No meaning in life;
just a waste of time.
So here i depart from all living knowlegde,
leaving the anger, war,
and depression.....

BYE!
 
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