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It comes bearing down on me
The reality of futility
All the effort for not
Alone and forgot
Family and friends seem to scatter
At the mere sight of me
Burden and poverty
No time for my travesty
Not that I don't try
Black hole of energy surrounds me
As if I'm doomed to repeat every day in misery
Never been able to support myself
My loneliness continues to persist
Inevitable I cease to exist
At least my funeral will be the last they see of me
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