I brush against my woes, just to repeat my misery again
The agony of dragging you through my mistakes should be a sin.
Flatten by the ground my tears bellow out.
A river running a mile of repetitions till it dries out.
I'm down and the economy has blessed me with doubts.
Educated by the mind with no one to hear me out.
Sending resume after resume trying to get my word out.
Insanity because I'm looking for another answer which hasn't come to means to feel me out.
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