I've done my best to survive the insistant calls....far off I hear the
wispering vocies that pull me away and defeat my deminishing skills...as I
fight to stay...everything slowly dissapers...I once thought that I might be
of some help...that people could care and notice what I put out...instead
they cut down my hopes, but its all too late...for ropes don't severe
as fast as the soul...
 
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