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I cannot eat, I cannot sleep,
I'm having suicidal thoughts,
I'm going down. Down deep,
But no regrets and no remorse.
I know that I pay the price
For what I've done and what I do.
My life is like a roll of dice.
What's next? I haven't got a clue.
I cannot plan, I can't predict,
Just know that I'm out of luck.
Whatever Destiny inflicts
Will hit me like a semi truck.
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