Running out of ways
Running out of space
Running out of everything with every breath I take
Drained of passion, fury, determination
Drained of money for preservation
Drained of spirit
Drained of love
Running, but to where and for what?
Desperation
Chaos and mourn
Pieces, millions, I am torn
Piece me back and for you I am born
Resurrection, yes
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