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Here I am again,
same place, same state.
Nothing can change this,
but who am I to debate?

Chin up, I fake a smile;
and go down to my demise.
It's only a matter of time,
will I make it out alive?

Only the good die young, they say.
Considering this, I've got some time.
These tables will surely turn,
and someday I'll be just fine.

Until then, it might be a blur;
I might cause a crisis,
I might be unsure.
I might lose my head,
or I might end up dead.

If I do, at least then I'll know I was good.