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I don't know what to think,
I'm not glad to be alive,
but why did I get in,
the them bring me?
I wanted to die,
but I went with them,
they saved me,
to wake up worse.
I could be dead now,
and what would I know?
I'd know nothing,
nothing of the pain I caused
or the people I hurt,
or continue to hurt.
I'd know nothing
of pain or sadness
nor joy and love.
It's only been two days
but I won't forget this ever.

The End

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