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Never more—that's what I am in my early years of sifting through confusion and lost rhymes in this world
Like a broken hearth chipped but still burning albeit a little down —never more sadness has reached my heart until know
Never more triumphs and never more echoes of the carefree past I once lived— like a flame doused with kerosene is my attitude, doing more and more until I'm worth something as proof of my hardwork and contribution to society
Never more—that's who I am in this place of demanding industries and income-fixed inconsistencies— a wrinkle in the fabric of manufactured entertainment because I'm too wild to fit in boxes
Like a dying athlete fatigued but still running the race albeit a little weak —never more wishes has visited me in my sleep tonight
Never more grails and never more crosses of the rejection and apathy I garnered all these years —like a glitching record and a shattered vase— I am never more sorry today and I— I am never more than this day and age