Abandoned
Now stranded Now alonein the busy city I spongate on my future I ask what am I for? Failing in life Failing To be A human. Old foes seek entry To my burnt out core And ask only lonely questions Of the night and more. One hundred thousand people Going around in time I sink in the midst Lord, give me mine.
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