Astray

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Every breath I take,

   lets me astray.

I can't cope with this,

  this living hell of a place.

It's driving me mad,

  altogether sad.

         ~*~

They say its alright,

  no need to fright.

But I can't help it,

  and dive into this pit.

Shallow and deep,

   I weep.

      ~*~

Altogether sad,

  it's driving me mad.

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