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I can’t go back
Even though it’s nothing compared to the troubles they bare
I can’t go back
To the prison in which I’ve been living
As the sorrow has faded as I have stayed away
I realized I’m better off without the decay
My soul has been uplifted and restored
But the confusion of how to end it has soared
What do I do and how do I end it
How can I leave on a good note that’s respected
Lost on this decision, I wait and wait
Til the clocks stops ticking
Times up, checkmate
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