In this crazy place

Of greed and slop

I no longer care

To sit and stop,

The fate that comes

I did so bring

For I can't worry

About everything,

I can run from myself

But I can't get away

Because no matter who comes and goes

I always stay,

I'm lost within

My mind of thoughts

Of what to do

And full of nots,

I can't hide

I'm always here

But I will leave

And then I'll hear.



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