PROGAMMING (Delphi)
On the verge of breaking down I surfed through data and text files I could hear stress calling his mate depression Telling a tale about my depression The depression that called his friend My death,telling him that he’ll throw me the databases That will make it look like suicide The one that will nail the final record into my array of data files
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