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my  feet
torn on these  unending paths
helpless i  am
exhausted-i
desire  to  get  away  from this  deserted  trap
to  gather  my  broken self
to  drape  smiles  
to  live  every  day
to  die  every  day
impossible  it  seems
but  i  want  to  live
to  break  away  from this  shell unseen
or  perhaps
i  want  to die
but  i  want my  soul to  be  satisfied