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Feelings concrete
Feelings concrete
Enough to knock me off my feet
Feeling lost out in the street
Yet I still try even in the eye of defeat
My pain I wish I could just delete
Or maybe through death I can retreat
Whatever good I have left trying to keep
Closest thing to death is sleep
From here wondering where I go
Which direction I take I do not know
Feeling stuck in neutral as I begin to sink low
Time seems to go by so slow
Lost in an empty flow
Am I on fates death row
