In the function of folly
I gave up on myself today
The pain from my past
Just keeps eating my soul away
If I continue down this road
Diminishing returns are certain
Shall I follow the road made from the yellow brick?
And ask the man behind the curtain?
If you can no longer be inspired
Then you’ve ghosted your soul that is now pronounced dead
You must fight this egregious apathy
That runs deep within your weary head
The world is full of suffering
Mother Teresa once said
But it is also full of the overcoming of it
As this is the lesson that we must spread
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DCG
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