9 am, Good morning pain, Don’t think I’ll make it through Another day, show me the way, They say

I’m not of you. Sinless man, don’t think I can Sometimes I just don’t know. But you were here, And felt my fear, These things I can’t let go. I’m so tired, wonder will it end? I’m just so tired, Ambivalence begins.

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