Upon my grave I stand and stare down on me, a void of darkness has been my life, as I stare into the abyss, what have I even ever missed, a life of pain, a life of turmoil, a life of poverty, a life of despair, never has there been a moments rest, never has there been a breath within my chest, a zombie in life suffering to struggle each and every day, upon my grave I stand to say, the darkness is not new, the hunger will last a little bit longer, what rest is this if I never had the chance to be the best, no hope in life no hope in death, it is just another restless night;

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