An apology of a life, I lead,
Continuing to exist and to cede,A sorry state of affairs present,
Elude, I need to, the inner torment.
A hollow body, soul buried,
The mind, with suffering harried,Regrets prevail, infinitely many,
Squashed are hopes that rise, if any.
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