Just give me some tools,
and leave me alone.
By this time tomorrow
I'll already be gone.
I'm broken
and hurting.
I'm crying,
in pain.
I'm sacred,
I'm afraid,
I don't want to live.
This fear of tomorrow
is to much to bear.
So give me a chance,
a roll of the die,
and we'll see if it tells me
I should be saying good-bye.
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