Poem

TITLE: When You Realise You Have Spent Your Whole Life Thinking And Caring About Everybody Else And Have Nothing Left For Yourself, You Have A Million Friends, But None Actually Care, You Spend A Day In Bed Trying To Work Out How Not To Leave A Mess, And There’s Only One Option Left: Suicide.

POEM: Goodbye!

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