(Yeah, this isn't meant to be taken seriously, so I just want to clarify that. This is actually something I figured I'd try on the spot as a piece of dark poetry, seeing as I actually like this type of writing.)

It's been a hard life,
Many happy memories and laughs all around,
Merry, merry times a bundle.
So, why, here in this deep pit of black, do I sit?
Did I ask too many questions?
Did I say something unwanted or unintentional?

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