Tired
Fading
Can't imagine too much
Far beyond this
Possessive of what's now
How this situation stands
The weights altered
The judges picked
Seemingly doomed
Receding to white
Invisible
Gone
Traded
For what
To where
And what worth
what value
Questioning
Proceeding into insanity
One track
No turning
No looking back
Stop
Crash
Dead
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