The pain of life,
the pain of despair.
Both exist in the world we live in,
both are the causes of death.
But when one lives in depression,
he is not living at all.
And I was a man living in the dumps,
a man who wanted to die.
I was almost going to fulfill this dream,
ready to end this terrible existence.
But then,
I found my reason to be happy.
She stays beside me when I need her most,
she has felt the pain that troubles me.
She knows how to help in the time of need,
and she knows how to be a good friend.
I can never thank her enough for what she has done,
and I will never leave her side.
For she is now the reason I smile,
the reason that life is alright.
Her name is Lexa,
and she is the reason I am happy.
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