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Sometimes I wonder

In the dead of night.

What will become of me

And all my failed might.



Will I ever live again?

A question that is difficult to reply.

For the world has so much pain

And a strong hunger to deny.



I feel I lack the will,

To see another day.

And I have too much pain,

To contine in this way.



This reality is brutal,

To that there is no doubt.

When your flame is wavering,

And the world coldly puts it out.



As I try to live,

in my own way.

Creeping in the dark,

And shutting out the day.



Am I alive?