I wonder if my life will ever be what i thought it would be...
With the struggles manifold i am growing old
The reasons to live, the zeal to give, everything is lost
Colourless and drab, only full of ash
Darkness complete, with no light to see
Living a misery completing the degree
The degree of life to be gotten at death
My schooling is over with nothing more to read
Life my teacher has abandoned me
Leaving me at a blind curve
I may want to carry on from here
But i choose to wither and perish
Rather than pick up the pieces and stitch them together
I am a loser you must say
A loser to be what I am
I think this will be it
I'v lost my chance...
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