Help me , i am nothing left but bones clinking together . My time is short. I can see his beard i can touch his hand i can see his moon, his stars i can feel his breeze . How can i make this moment in time worth while when i am left to starve . I want to take out my heart and give it to the heartless .My heart may work but i will not be much longer . I am eaten a live , like all that is left of me is this journal . ... I set this old hat of mine out before your knees in hope of spare change , but who is this depression time has a spare , they r always left with nothing . If starving doesn't kill me .... true depression will . All i can do now is pray in bending knee for gods forgiveness please save me .
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