Thoughts are empty and words have vanished,
my body was left behind; my sanity banished.
I held onto it for so long before I realized it was all a waste,
trying to indulge in their sweet taste.
What is love without it's consiquences,
what is a warning without pretences?
I see my life as it, wasted among those who are stonger,
for those whos lives are more valuable and who deserve to live longer.
I am a soul without a course, a desire to breath with no force.
Could life be as cruel as it has amied to be?
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