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I can't feel the wind anymore
I can't hold the tears in again
I can't recall what happened yesterday
I can't agree I've gone insane

I don't play football again
I haven't written in days
Maybe I'm just growing up
Or perhaps I'm lost in many ways

My feet don't touch the ground
The days are going in a blur
I can't smile, I can't frown
I think I'm breathing, though I'm not sure

I open my mouth to speak
But I know I can't be heard
I'm certain that I'm invisible
So when I'm called it feels absurd

I still try my best to live
Each day I wake, I persist
I move, I eat, I work, I speak
Even though it feels like I don't exist

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