feeling used and abused
lost and misplaced
in a dark corner
crying for life's sake
spent so many long hours
toiling away at my goals
only to be taken as a fool
blood, sweat, and tears
now full of rage
why is it me
how could it be so
find myself lost
struggling to breath
tears stain my face
fearful of this struggle
lost with no time
walking a thin line alone
the pain all too much
regretting what once was
wishing for it back
but its too late
no way to save it now
ever wondering why
how will it end
how much more time will I spend searching for something that's long gone...
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