Who will free my impoverished soul,

and where shall I find the strength to go?

My emotional state is in ruin.

The turmoil inside is fervently brewing.

I have become fragile and weary minded.

Each day that I wake I am reminded.

For every gray hair there is a history.

The pain behind these eyes leave nothing to mystery.

The lines tell the truth

of a squandered youth.

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