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This abyss of existence blurred by mistCreates feelings of longing and frustrationDeepness surrounded in hatred waiting in hasteI feared it would surface, I fear it is starvingHope derived by less than thisIs wasted on drugs and lonelinessA life cut short will simply proveAn example to those who wish to moveWhy drive on? What's the hurry?Has that mist for you become blurry?*I just made it up, it needs more work obviously*
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