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        One's mind; feels dead in gutter;      
      One's dine; unlike bread in butter;      
      One's kind-of an abyss-like slugger;      
      but I'll smile; sincerely waving the peace flag;      
     
      but I'll smile; as these feet drag;      
      in and out of this hole, that's shared;      
      like wounds and burial sites;      
      walking through, the "run around";      
     
        I'm a soldier in my own right;      
        I don't want the badge(s);      
        see; I was that guy that preferred,      
        to sleep through "classes"      
     
        A, B, C, D....I'd let the E-"go",      
        cold stew;.... appetite came and went;      
        as I've felt and seen straight to the Zzzzs;      
        I know, that's tragic....      
     
        I'm that thin air;      
        that would love to disappear....