Like my legs were broken,
Can't make progress,
For the words that were not spoken
Led me into this mess.
A lost game of chess,
The loss of a princess,
A trip with no regress...
Nothing matters, nevertheless.
It's like I'm possess...
And not mentioning luck
Cause I couldn't have less.
And this distress, the schmuck,
Leaves no option but to depress,
For under this skin, I'm stuck.
"Even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil..."
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