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Untried and untested, |
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One fits nowhere but here in anonymity. |
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There is no birthright - no innate guidance. |
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No direction or destination is handed down. |
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Shackles are the one thing free for all. |
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Dead ends and dead lives abound here, and failure obscures all but the immediate. |
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Sweet dreams fall from reach here; fade from existence - fade from sight. |
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They merge with the black in decay and neglect. |
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The surroundings here are sparse and desolate, and life here is grief, but the path leading here is short and simple- it is so like these aspirations. |
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There's a better way, that we've made |
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We can all make this change |
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There's a better way |
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Better ways and better times are bitter memories. |
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Lost lives live here without inspiration or desire. |
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Here is the lowest of places, but do not despair. |
