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I tried to stand up again.

But in my mind I'm lost again.

Rain sends down acidic questions.

Trapped in a box without dimensitons.

I don't want to write my lifes last chapter.

Now all I hear is voice and laughter.

Lookin' for the red letter exit.

All I had to pay was my ticket.

My ticket, MY life, i gave my life.

To end all of my strife.

Now as time winds down.

As my body hits the ground.