A hollow form I become as the days slip away

the light that once filled my body begins to fade

my motivations and interests begin to leave and I can't find the will to make them stay

and yet I find myself trying to navigate through this illusive maze

in order to find meaning in my days to come

I stive to stay in the warm of the sun

unless my hollow body is to be filled with coldness

however despite the coldness i'm told that I'm a good soul

despite how hard it is to believe their words of old

I'm find it hard to believe that there is no toll
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