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Hello slim chances… Will you find your moment? Distressed alone, a foreign world calling Momentum lost, you dance against the wall Motionless… a whisker’s width away from falling Petrified a workman’s passion fades Stuck between horrific heirs appealing Prisoner to the passing of his grades Now destroyed the remnants of sincerity Yards away to freedom beacons light From pathetic aberration broken salutation Longing to escape to breathe the night Young minds seared in fantasy contraption

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