Isolating myself.
I open up.
Start climbing off the bottom.
Without a dollar in my pocket.
Losing track of myself.
Down on my luck.
All my thoughts are racing away.
How could I be stuck?
I felt like I was making progress,
Till I looked up.
I was right back where it all started from.
Some one dial 911...
There's holes in my back, a gash that...
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