So lost, so lost, so lost.
The jinx I have to endure
I thought of everyday as the worst,
While keeping this life demure.
What a joke, I suppose
I haven't any close.
Solitude sounds good,
Until you feel it's wrath.
Forced am I to let the path
Eat me like food.
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