Detrimental, this situation...so detrimental
Why, why do I even persist; why do I even bother to contend
to be a contender, the defender in this pointless game
Am I the pretender, pretending nothing affects me
like a contagious infectious disease
No, my rouse is clear; I'm made of glass, so easily shattered
Dealing with this...suffering through this...
struggling, fighting for this...
cuts me...
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