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A poem of depression. |
| "I Must Die" by D. E. Athly Turn what may As time takes to flight. Happy by day, Dead by night. I implore you, Stab that knife My heart through. I must die. It is that I am alone, It is that I have no might, Leave me to silently moan. I am Dead by night. I beg of you all, Let go of me And let me fall. I must die. I must die. ::Note:: If you wish to find out more about this poem, why I wrote it, the rhyme scheme, or whatever else, just send me a message or ask in a review. I'd be glad to answer any questions. |