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'04 What is it now!
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2004 Look closer, the day is about to end
Lonely air blows across my face without a friend
as I slowly begin to bend,
my mind starts to pretend.
to this life I can not mend,
silly thoughts lurking in torment.
What else do these ideas represent?
My head is burning; there is no vent,
oxygen fades through the days I've spent...
"Where's David?"
Something happened today that I did not intend,
being emptied, deprived without my souls' consent.
