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The sun begans to rise,
just another lonely day.
He has nothing to live for,
so he drinks the day away.
From morning to night,
he drowns his empty soul,
Walking upon a life of empty bottles and dirty cereal bowls.
He fills his lungs with smoke,
cause no disease is worse than growing older.
His heart is so frozen,
It's nearly impossible to grow colder.
He's always been who he is
for he came from such a broken home.
Even when he did have family,
He still felt all alone.
Every night he says a prayer for tomorrow to never began.
But the more he says those prayers
the more he finds himself reciting them again.