Of this ungrateful day
Trapped in the jar
Only one way out
You hold your breath
Lungs tightening with fear
Collapsing to the ground
Your eyes squinting
You can't see
Look deep inside of you
Tell us what you mean
You are dieing
No think
What you could have done
But no just wait
Not yet have you seen
Not yet do you know
Your just another
Ungrateful soul
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