18-22“So why did you have me born?I wish no one had ever laid eyes on me!I wish I’d never lived—a stillborn,buried without ever having breathed.Isn’t it time to call it quits on my life?Can’t you let up, and let me smile just onceBefore I die and am buried,before I’m nailed into my coffin, sealed in the ground,And banished for good to the land of the dead,blind in the final dark?”

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