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My Sweet Relief

Living yet I’m not alive Frivolously stupefied Uncaring of myself and I Nonchalantly undefined I used to compete but there’s no glory Victory always unrewarding Someone would appeared before me Dispossessing the importance Progress would demoralise Feeling bad after you’ve tried All that effort was applied Just to leave you dead inside Punishments for doing well Turning happy into hell Flip success into a fail how do you ever excel Belittling what I achieve Telling me about my failure Eventually make me believe I am nothing but a failure Some mates have a bitter streak Take you down when you succeed Teaching you a winning streak Is not something you ever need Unprepared or unprotected It doesn’t really matter now care for myself is neglected Life will only bring you down Every time I’m motivated Times that I’ve overachieved I seem to be annihilated Death will be my sweet relief

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