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Starting over with no hope for turning back
Still it’s calling me
Saturated with a vigorous routine
I hear it calling me, still calling me again

Under this stress it’s a mess I cannot avoid entirely
Trapped in distraction, again I fall the victim to
Fighting thoughts with focus,
This paradox will be the end of me

Wired head to toe, the rest must go
No need for an alibi

I can't recall what’s next
Unless I learn of a past demise
This scattered recollection fails
My mind is pacing back and forth,
Through walls of a restless daze
And consciousness is fading

What breaks inside is not the world to me
But will I ever make my way back safe inside this remedy

If I had an ounce of strength left
I could assure myself that I'm alright

The fall of a battling man is unstoppable
Watch your step
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