| I am the weak, I am the powerless,
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| so heartsick, so despondent, words of the lonely.
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| I am the solitary, I am the emptiness,
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| secluded within, within the author.
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| The voice of the desperate, the pathetic forsaken wreck.
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| The sickening, the self destructive symptoms have become me.
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| the changing seasons, wasting away.
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| The darkest of feeling asphyxiate.
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| I am the weak, I am the powerless,
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| so heartsick, so despondent, words of the lonely.
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| I am the solitary, I am the emptiness,
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| secluded within, within the author.
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| The sins I can’t, I can’t wash away. |
| no.
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| Will I ever become anything more than the words on this page?
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| Feeling so numb from despair like morphine,
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| like morphine!
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| This departure will be the last.
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| The mind of the wretched,
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| The violent destructive monster.
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| The dead inside the empty shadow,
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| I am the broken one.
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| The broken one. |