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- Death Tunnel
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- Mental diseases
One more day has taken place.
Hopeless day, in him there was no sense.
Imagination of soul, too sense lived,
It trying to put on a way.
Life one,
There is no time,
Has got tired very much,
It would be desirable to die.
To lay down and not to wake up
To be forgotten
To burn problems
To close eyes.
So the usual pessimist speaks
Suffering mental diseases.
The loser on a life, weak...
Depression finishes you from within.
Open to itself veins,
Kill from the fifth floor,
Throw by amount of soporific,
Rush under wheels...
There will be you a piece of rotten meat,
The decaying corpse buried in the earth,
Without memory, without emotions, without feelings...