In the bane of my existence I feel limited on the edge of insanity
The seriousness of my unrequited morale
Has me in its grips and as vain as I feel my soul has become
It still haunts me at a constant. 
How many dreams are enough? 
How many fantasies can get me off 
While I bounce around on my own cloud nine 
Reality beats me down, murders me in cold blood 
Without hesitation I don’t bat an eye 
I am mourning my own creativity 
I take time to breathe and I reminisce about the light in my eyes
I try to remember the luminosity 
The will that my soul takes for me when mentally I cannot do it alone 
I will never give up the will …

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