"Thoughts make me a slave,
can't control the train,
no escape inside the grave,
vessel meant for pain.
How can this be real?
Straying from the plan,
It's all that I can feel,
wish I was more a man.
My ability to speak,
it's always wrong,
why am I so weak?
Please make me strong...
My heart has reached it's length,
such a sad state, broken and poor,
just give me some strength,
I can't do this anymore."
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