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dust of previous times my hair fell out,
in those times the stress causing me to shout,
eyes with red lightning painted over the white,
as the morning sun hatched from the horizon of the night,
tired and stressed with memories a blur,
the only sanity left was scratching a chin of kitty's purr,
the question to myself is why i should try,
pushing towards unreachable high,
my grip still strong but unable to hold my own weight,
that is why i was driven towards hate,
snapped something in my brain at the end of the day,
now i sit in a cell staring at the walls of grey.