Never thought this would be.
Never thought that it would
happen to me.
When am I going to be set free?
Such devilish ways that always
has your mind in a maze, that tells
You to always blaze with the
strays with such destructive ways.
When all the smoke clears your
worst fears will bring you to
tears. It appears all your best
years will disappear and leave
You in despair and disgust.
Then left in the dust.

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