Dead like me

There was a girl who was writing a poem by candle light
There wasn’t any rhymes or sence
She was sad
The candle melted away
And she couldn’t finish her thoughts
She was dead

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Guarda os pulsos pro final?
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I don't know how I'll feel tomorrow
I don't know what to say tomorrow
Tomorrow is a different day
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Depressive time.
That irritates me.