As these thoughts whirl in my head
Life is more a needle I cant thread
A book once more read
Waste land I cant tread
But I dont let it stop me, I just persevere
I just back down more and more until the enemy is near
My bodys moving forward, but my spirit seems to stay
Life is not worth living when the colors fade to gray...

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