Don't cry!

The day folded out just like the fifteen thousand that precede
But today I am beat, today I concede
I have lost my will, no dreams, no more,
I’m exhausted, I’ve had it, no more I implore.
Drained of desire, I just want to die
No help I was given, no expectation you’ll cry.

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