It brings me pleasure in times of pain.
Helps me suffer through the strain.
I'm ashamed, but I’ve got nothing to hide.
It’s my gentle suicide.
Living is impossible without it.
Life just seems like a bottomless pit.
Nothing left to lose, anything to gain?
In the end, is it in vain?
It’s a habit I'm trying to stop.
It tires me. I'm ready to drop
So far down, to the bottom of the sea.
Why am I writing this soliloquy?
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