In the throes of a heroic story...
Trying to be what I cannot reach,
Each effort just seems to widen the breach.
The stories of greatness seem so false,
Imprisoning me within golden walls...
Greatness comes at crucial cost,
It takes away what matters most...
It takes away my peace of mind,
It leaves those sleepy nights behind.
It makes each step a leaden trudge,
My name just an ugly smudge!
The well of tears has turned so dry,
Just crimson blood now stains my eye.
I'd die for just a breath of air,
But that moment of silence is just not there!
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