As the allergies attack me,
Robbing me of sleep so adored,
I toss and turn throughout the day;
And with this misery I become so bored...
I have some zest for life, still,
But physically I want to be free of this corpse -
Just falling through a rooftop full of leaves
Smothered and covered, with breaths no more.
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