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Seeing my Timex, the time is 3:19 a.m.
As I reflect on this sleepless night.
I see the number of friends I have. None.
Dead by the deers, thank you's and...
hello. I supposed I am not worth.
Much, of what I am, is a young man
Wanting to do good, or great was...
the news that I survived my tormentors
and little gained but lost of...
jealousy and empty's nest foul...
the air. So cold as bottles, left and forgotten.
Life is strange, you are not allowed to move,
but be moved only the desires of others. How sad.
Here, I've lost my freedom and will, only serve...
the fear that restraints, around the knots of experience.
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