Humans are like apples,
They get bruised and battered,
And their brain starts to rot,
They just can't take it anymore,
And they get eaten up,
Sometimes eaten whole,
And sometimes just their soul,
And the apple may fall off the tree,
Sometimes when it's young,
The falling is the suicide,
The jumping and the end,
The picking of the apple,
That soul's going to be murdered,
My apple chose to fall.
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