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Wasting away behind eyes of tiredness,

I've been talking to walls in despair,

Fearing the darkness that hold's the heart's emptyness,

Longing for change but getting no-where,

It's challenging to pull yourself out of this loneliness,

Writing on forms of paper as a form of self-achievement,

Trying to overcome a sense of bereavement,

Pushing myself hard away from the darkness,

Filling dying lungs with air,

Knowing there is a crossroad for change, Is all that I have to hold on to,

All that I care....

The End

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