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The plea for help echoed weakly in the dense room
A helpless soul, overwhelmed.
Tears streaming silently down an expression so wretched
A trembling heart that can endure no longer this repeated wounding
Wishing for non-existence,
Is but a futile prayer
As what lies beyond is not much better.
The world is but a lonely place
In which even lonelier souls therein dwell
With swollen noses and unliving eyes
Withered spirits pleading,
for a shower of guidance and rays of hope.
The world is a lonely place
And therein must we dwell till lifes end.