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    Epilogue

    I cut my wrists with the tip of my quill

    Irony penetrating the inside of me

    As I soak my quill in such glee

    To appraise my pessimism,

    And drudgery.

    Basked in the abyss of darkness

    Hand motioning everywhere

    Creating a scene of my death

    I bleed...