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Why won’t They let me die,

And be done with it all?

I have not the will to fly,

Yet They won’t allow me to fall.



I’ve tried countless times before,

To sever the chains on my mind.

But They say there’s something in store,

Something I am supposed to find.



They drag me on without hesitation,

Through my gnarled and desolate existence.

Of emotion I suffer a wasting starvation,

For I am plagued with Their persistence.



I yearn to find a moment’s rest,

But I have to finish this incessant quest.