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Nothing left to say
I live in a land of 10 million souls
It seethes and churns with 10 million woes
and every heart breaks from the load
of the weight of sorrow that none else knows

O how can I be so dreadfully alone
with so many others within a throw of a stone
I hear their voices in an unending drone
With ears gone deaf from apathies grown.

I thought myself a clever jewell
With witty words with which to duel
But found in the end I’m but a fool
A loathsome wretch upon mushroom stool

I know not what brought me to this end
My inner strength blown with the wind 
left cast adrift in my own sin
Wondering alas what might have been

So shall I live by dawns new light?
Do I have the strength to stand and fight?
Or do I succumb to my mental blight
And stay forever in the endless night.

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