A cloud of gloom is hanging over my head.
I never needed you to help me so much, till now. In fact I always hated you (the way you always make things happen but in the end, they never work out), but now I seriously need your help.
Time is running out.
I might as well get ready a shovel and start digging my grave. Next up, my personal favourite line: Dying is faster.
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