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Sometimes I think

I died and I went to hell

(Either cuz I deserved it

 or just was unlucky)

Because that's the only thing that makes sense

It's all gone so badly

Sometimes I think it's gone as bad as it can go

And then it gets worse

But I keep thinking it will get better

So I hold on

And that's what makes it hell,

Thinking "it'll get better soon"

"It'll all be over soon"