Strange feelings through my soul,
Did I alreaady fall?
I see people become silly
And wonder if this is done really.
I am tired to see this play,
Where people don't know how they behave.
No more willing to stay,
To flee this is what I crave.
I will becoome mad,
If I fail once more.
No more power left in store,
What if I vanish instead?
Play
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