| Immersed into the dark depths of his inner world
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| And deprived of the ability to enjoy life,
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| He is completely under the role of his gloomy
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| Thoughts and suspicions.
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| He lost touch with the world and reality for ever.
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| Each day is a lottery for you
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| Don’t even know what will happen tomorrow
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| All your dreams have ceased to exist
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| Efforts and faith turned out to be in vain
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| The prisoner of Miserable Fate
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| Depression turns to apathy — apathy to depression
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| The world in your eyes will never be the same
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| Your eyes are no longer burning with inspiration
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| Black hole’s dragging you inside
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| Once having looked in the doldrums eyes
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| Not everyone can look away
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| We are so feeble in the life storms eye
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| This world can hardly be named the place of harmony
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| For all our conscious life we suffer betrayal
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| This is the wound that never heals
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| Each of us is so fragile, the vulnerable sounds.
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| We are betrayed forever, prisoners
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| Of Miserable fate.
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| Driven by instincts and petty frailty
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| We are instrument of cruel apathy |