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The sky is blue
and so am I.
This job is boring;
I wanna die.
What have I done
to deserve this?
My social life,
oh god, I miss.
Did you know
my life's worthless?
Oh how'd I get
in this awful mess?
Even my poetry
is horribly bad!
I'm going to stop now,
I'm far too sad.
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