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is not all of human life struggle

our lives are like that of a slave

my body is covered with maggots and scabs

my skin breaks open, oozing with pus

my days end without hope

never again will i feel happiness

i would rather be strangled

rather die then suffer like this

i hate my life, And don’t want to go on living

if I have sinned, what have i done to you

o watcher of all humanity

why not just forgive my sin

and take away this guilt

for soon i will lie down, in the dust and die