You were born a benefaction
You were raised a stoic scholar
Bring your friends together, but
The years will make them smaller.
Your laugh once never cracked
Your compassion instrumental
The self-effacing simple soul
Will soon serve as resentful.
Your mind seems bleak and broken now
So they whisper willful words
Tears burn down your bone-tired smile
And the ashes won't be heard.
You're suffocating slowly
The seclusion setting in
Not a single life cares, and the scholar's mind dares,
But the idiot is caving in.
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