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As I walk down this tragic road, 

my legs become weaken,

stomach growling, 

No existence of a human soul,

just a blank nothing,

Headaching maybe I'm thinking to hard?

Trapped in a box with no corners,

did that road even existed,

I musta imagine it, 

Marquis!...Marquis! wake up.

Now I'm just talking to myself,

lights flickering on and off but

shuts off completly the closer I get,

walking leads to crawling,

starving badly feel like days I haven't eaten,

I'm at risk of dying

but I keep hearing a song 

Kendrick Lamar-His pain

So is this test?

I don't know yet until I unscramble 

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