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Check Yourself
Taking a walk down the street It struck me sharply just today A chip of rock that left a welt And made me remember in dismay What failure my last year has been With no progress made in life so far No signs of exiting this situation No grants from wishes upon a star Checking myself into an asylum Was a little too close to sane There were no pills I could afford No good reason for me to remain Am I crazy? Or just lazy Has sleepy dust clouded my eye? Have I lost my way in search For truth and only lived a lie? This heartless self-evaluation Is the bitterest draught I've tasted This is my life; I'm stuck with it And all the breaths I have wasted
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