Hollow hurriedly harries will
To bury the terror of emptiness
Before it devours too many hours
Of making simultaneous decisions
Racing furiously to arrange revisions
When you’re just five years old
Hoping desperately to be what you’re told
The dry winds of dying
Force desperate crying
I can’t do this all alone
It’s breaking my heart
I’m falling apart...
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