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" I will not die with dignity. I will die with sadness and obscurity. I will not be happy. For I do not know what happiness is. My heart aches a wretched pain. Like a chill on a cold winters evening. Please remove the colors from my sight,and set my soul free with the angels of the night..."

Hello, holland1!

This is a really interesting poem, and I liked it a lot. Is it meant to be a sort of paragraph poem?
Keep up the good work!