Standing over my grave.

Standing over my grave.
Staring into my abyss.
To try to understand my deprave.
I began to reminence.
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My life had no meaning.
I didn't make a change.
My life was a screening.
That was Rather strange.
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My funeral held many.
But how many truly cared?
I died before I was twenty.
And I was prepared.
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No one knew.
What I accomplished in my life.
My world was so untrue.
I constantly dealt with strife.
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My life was to much.
Like constantly swimming thru cyanide.
I only lived for a single touch.
Until I committed suicide....

(c) 2005 JP