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Wake up in this place,
One without a meaning.
Im always trying to chase,
Something to keep me believing.

That I do have meaning,
On this earth.
Theres a reason I'm breathing.
But I have no worth.

I am nothing,
Not worth anything at all.
I wish I was something,
But I know I will fall.

We all die and leave,
The absence is a curse.
Your family will grieve,
But they should fear worse.

They should fear the lack,
Of all purpose and meaning.
All of our lives have a crack,
Through which we are all bleeding.

Can you seal mine up,
And forever stop this blood?
Catch it in a cup,
And create a stop to this flood?

I wish you could,
But it's getting redder.
I wish that you would,
So I'd have the strength to recover.