*a chance I've misunderstood the word
More and more I lose all hope
Each morning it's harder to rise
Light seems so dull and ever so bleak
An emptiness I hold inside
No energy at all it's so hard to move
Crunched up here on my bed
Holding this shape for hours on end
On a pillow unchanged is my head
Life gives me nothing, to motivate
Youth is a gift..but mine is a waste
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