I have nothing to give.
Through the night I hear whispers calling my name. Oh, the comfort of safety is my shame.
all of my strength is exhausted by the thought of it.
Why is complacency the convention? I have conceded to apathy, paralyzed by inertia.
Fear of failure breeds dissension between the ache that's inside of me and the weight of depravity.
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