pITY
You look up and around, back and ahead
Wondering to yourself, maybe, am I dead?
Trying to find the one who knows the clue.
But you will never find them for they is you
If you look close enough you will see something move
Over there in the corner in that dark weary groove
It moves closer and closer, and you fear you might die
You want to live but you know thats a lie
At once it fleas into the cold night city!
And you feel nothing but pure self pity!
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