Blank nothingness,
Running through my head,
Sometimes i wish,
I would be dead,
Not now though,
I can't think of anything,
Without thinking,
Of Rosie,
Of Trude,
Was it meant to be?
I am no longer confused,
But i have this "why",
And this "what if",
So i look to the sky,
If you don't live,
Rosie and Trude,
I will die,
That is my mood.
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