Breathe, Sleep, Die
Please let me breatheAnd release my stress
The air brings no comfort for
My burning throat
My corrupted lungs
Please let me sleep
The stress has been a burden
The nights bring no comfort for
My weary eyes
My tired mind
Please let me die
And escape this life
Each day brings no comfort for
My broken heart
My dying soul
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