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I climb and struggle,
trying in vain to scramble out of this hole.
I'm slowly slipping,
drifting farther from my goal.
I'm blind-folded and mute,
No one can hear my screams.
I've been juggling all these emotions,
how I wish this was all just a dream!
Why can't I do this?
Sweat rolls down my face,
I'm tired, can't you see?
I'm becoming a disgrace.
I'm tired of being nobody,
of living the life of the average joe.
What has it gotten me?
The world has become my foe.
I'm on survival mode,
trying to give this one last shot.
I don't know how to do anything else,
So I'll keep giving all I've got.
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