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Happiness in death

There is something I must confess
A matter I need to address...
I have found that in life,
there is no happiness.
Life is just a burden,
filled with pain and sorrow.
A little happiness we can borrow,
then it's gone like the setting sun.
We just watch life disappear day by day
and we become old, sick and gray.
Why should we suffer
and hold on to the last breath?
There is only one solution, one way out...
To happiness in death.
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