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Why imagine a pretty little
image  
Of everything being so
perfect
Why fantasize about it if
its not real
If it wont come true
Why hope that everything will
get better over time
When the pain only worsens
When all of this is real
Theres no happiness at all
Dissapointment,hopelessness
Theres nothing more to
live for
Why count the days if you dont
expect anything to happen at all
When no one is going to save you
This is not some pretty and
delusional little fantasy
Theres nothing at all