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You know that feeling that you get when your world becomes small
so angry and depressed with no one but yourself
you rest in silence as you pull the covers tight
in fear of the monsters that may lurk within you life
In the tables of time how do we measure fathoms of our lives that end up slowly crashing down
suppressed sadness like a clown
under the scrutiny of it all
will we rise or will we fall
with a shining ray of light or the benevolence of death
lurking behind

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