I walked in Hell, but never knew it.
I played with death, yet did not know.
I sold my soul, but could not help it.
I saw the light, yet never did I reach out toward it.
You were hungry for love, I did not offer any.
You needed help, I ran the other way.
You talked to me, but never did I hear the sound of your voice.
You stood before me, yet I never saw you.
The world was active, yet I spent my time lounging in self pity.
The world grew beneath my feet, yet I felt not its growth.
The world spun on, and I stood still.
The world changed, but I always stayed the same.
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