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Heat, dust, hopes & dreams
Height of breaking me down
Should I give it in or give up?
Or let it take me for granted
Seeing illusions that I, can’t make out
Yet I need to walk
Head held up
Because hungry eyes
Waiting to take away my soul
I am not optimistic for I see it all
Nor pessimistic for I see more

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