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I can't concentrate.
Can barely operate.
I spend my time looking through frosty windows to see.

I walk these halls with feelings of emptiness.
I have faded and my joy is flooded with darkness.
I am not in the right place, for I am lost.

Despite the people crowding the way,
I always return, disregarding the day.
My mind wanders the dark world of pain,
Even though I am just a limp body,
Holding to the day by a thread.

My voice may not be heard,
But I am trying to smile after all these events have occurred.
No one can hear me, my words narrow.

For I have nothing to say.
Everyday is a new challenge, in it's own way.
Even though I am just a limp body,
Holding to the day by a thread.