Looking you straight in the eye,
I feel like I have meaning.
And I don't really want to die,
No depression intervening.
...
If anybody at all,
Appreciates me,
Wants me to be,
It makes me feel free.
...
And makes me not..
Want to fall.
...
Fall into the despair,
Of the everlasting blackness,
I lose the will to care,
Hopeless...
...
But no... you left.
The last line is drawn.
Your last theft:
...
I turn around:
...
You're gone.
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