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Seconds, minutes, hours, days,
Ignoring life as I carry on in my prideful ways
I pace around in this steel box of negativity
Cramped and limited
Having psychological wars with myself
making myself my worst enemy
Days, Nights, Months
Thinking to myself whatâ€™s the purpose of my life,
Thinking why does failure appear when all my actions seem right
Beginning to grow weary of searching for the sun during the night
While wrestling my fear of defeat which tempts to smother my might
Of holding this all in
Of acting as if I'm all good ...