As I'm setting there, a place filled with fug
my head weight the world, With each look I see a thought of embracing a rope
Of broken dreams, broken hope
Each burring his pain, a circle of loope
One trying finds a way too feed
Others trying to calme it with weed
One chokes, forgets to breathe, a desperate deed.
Yet, me setting there I'm looking for the seed--
Of this suffering, I wish I would
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