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Despair
Despair floats over head,
filling me with nothing but dread.
No hope, no life.
Just pain, just strife.
I can't take it much longer.
Everyday just little worse.
Everyday feeling like a curse.
Nothing I do makes things alright,
I'm quickly running out of fight.
True happiness doesn't exist.
Pain is all that does persist. . .
filling me with nothing but dread.
No hope, no life.
Just pain, just strife.
I can't take it much longer.
Everyday just little worse.
Everyday feeling like a curse.
Nothing I do makes things alright,
I'm quickly running out of fight.
True happiness doesn't exist.
Pain is all that does persist. . .
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