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I'm a useless being
The skin that blankets these bones
Is a waste
Because I can't do a thing
For the people in this place
I'm nothing, but a hoarse voice
A withered dream
Dreams that are forgotten
Because they have no significant purpose
To be
Why can't I just amount to something
Just this once
This body is a lie
I've always been nothing
And I'm stuck being
Nothing
The skin that blankets these bones
Is a waste
Because I can't do a thing
For the people in this place
I'm nothing, but a hoarse voice
A withered dream
Dreams that are forgotten
Because they have no significant purpose
To be
Why can't I just amount to something
Just this once
This body is a lie
I've always been nothing
And I'm stuck being
Nothing
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