"My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming."
The world seems to be getting the better of me - once again. Not sure where to go from here. Wish I could see the way ahead. Dreams refuse to console. The bleakness is over-powering. I actually thought I'd found a way out of this mess I've been sinking into for ages. So much for wishful thinking.
The winner takes it all. Always. So when do I get to be one?
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