These walls are crumbling
I have taken too many punches
This foundation is not sturdy
I've rendered too many favours
My blood flows uneven
For my heart lacks rhythm
My soul and body no longer co-exist
I'm torn, broken
Done for
I have taken up too much burden
Their lingering eyes in exceeding wanton
Peace and happiness surely be impossible
For all and placing others before you
Well that was
The death of me
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