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It's hard to keep pushing, when your mind controls your body,
it's hard to see clear light, when the shores are all foggy,
this year my fathers birthday passed, what I did was unlike me,
had no money so got him a card, and me the greenest tree,
I was only something last September, even so late in December,
now I am nothing, not even worth it to remember,
if every little thing is gonna be alright, why'd you die of melanoma,
everything began going downhill, right when I was handed my diploma,
released to an open world, full of endless possibilities,
yet I shattered those hopes, and fell victim to the many responsibilities,
it's not like I don't want to mean something, my goal is still Hunter,
even if it is taking the backseat for now, it's not going in the dumpster,
I am still feeling the TKO, from September 16,
popped pills to life me up, from my brain destroyed an eighteenth,
it really doesn't help, to constantly be hurt by women,
well I am done with pointless hookups, I can't take what I'm not given,
lost in the maze of life, I decide to just sit back in a corner,
roll up the densest of the buddiest, and smoke a whole quarter,
until I figure out how to move, my future will be in question,
notebooks worth of proof, that I am plagued by depression.