It

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I try to ignore, it yells in my face.

I try to outrun, it keeps up with my pace

I try to seek help, it shows me my place

No light

No fight

Only wrong, never right

Striking hard. Striking fast.

Taking me down before I can last.

My everything is nothing.

I try to be happy, it drowns my joy.

I try to think nicely, it breaks my new toy.

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