From Birth, to Death my Life

by Silvia Dos Santos
Staff Writer

White walls, maze of sterile halls
Screaming into this world I came

So fast, three years have passed
Sometimes counting to six is hard

Teenage years, filled with many fears
Is there a place for me?

Found my place, a lovely face
Lost myself when my dearest left

Call me insane, just avoiding pain
Alcohol is always the best solution
Much time has passed, nothing lasts
I greet death with open arms

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