im just another depressed poet,
just another writer,
talkin about my dull life,
wishing it were brighter.

just someone else that wants love,
just more of my sorrow,
do you want to trade for a day?
my life would you like to borrow.

you're still here,
listening to me ramble,
my heart is growin cold,
like a blown out candle.

why are you reading my poem?
you're not investigating, you're not a cop,
why are you still reading this?
why don't you stop?
 
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