As my soul begins to fray,
All the skies turn gray.
My being is in denial
Of all that makes you smile.
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Very hard I try
But Lord! I can only cry.
Disillusioned I feel
Is anything even real?
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Only grief and sorrow
Don’t want no tomorrow.
My body’s now mad
For my soul is too sad.
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Struggle my way out of me
No longer want me to be…
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Body’s weak and bloody
Yet to leave, still not ready.
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