Clarity

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Can I please take a break?
Can you not see the way my feet ache?
How my back is sore?
Deprived of what I once had before
I hate how life is going
Yet people continue to say I'm throwing my life away
Asking how I could do that
Knowing I just want what I once had;
my old life back
But nothing in this world is promised, I promise you
I'm just trying to get by
I'm just trying to stick it through
And for what?
I just want some fucking clarity
Please.

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