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the cup is not half empty as pescimists say as far as he's sees nothings left in the cup a whole cup full of nothing for him to induldge since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up
a singer, a writer, he's not dreaming now of going nowhere he gave heed to nothing, and all that he was.... is just a tragedy
so he voyages in circles succeeds getting nowhere and submits to the substance that first got him there
than in violent, frustration he cries out to God or just no one is there a point to this madness and all that he was.... is just a tragedy
he feels alone his heart in his hand he's alone he feels alone I feel....
then on that last day he breaks and he stood tall and he yelled... and he takes his life
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