I can't read.
I begin to hear voices.
I feel certain that I am going mad again
And I shan't recover this time.
I want to say that — everybody knows it;
I can't fight any longer
And I can't concentrate.
Everything has gone from me.
You have given me the greatest possible happiness.
If anybody could have saved me it would have been you;
I know that I am spoiling your life.
So I am doing what seems the best thing to do.
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