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The phone rings, I can hear it
I want to answer, but I cannot
I lay on the couch, still as the night
Wide eyed and dazed, staring through a haze
Intently I listen to the beating of my heart, 
For soon, I will not be able to.
My mind, for so long

Had been deserted of prescious life
But still I clung on to hope
Hope that it would get better
Hope for a change
But nothing has happened and still I remain,

Just an empty shell of a person

So for this, I cannot be blamed.