Having been to a state of misery
Life being pierced with complexity
I can't even conject
Progress in this venomous livelihood
Unless gripping the Antidote
Imagine hoping for a hand
To aid your bleeding nerves
Hopes being hopeless in the long run
Realising no hand is supportive
I think I should drop more salty drops
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