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The mind is sharp
but the pencil is dull
Hard are the lines
but soft is the skull
My body is tense
but I wrote this with ease
the words become heated
as I'm starting to freeze.

Give me a chance
to say what I feel
All that I've lost
I've learned how to steal
Wishes are whispered
that are meant to be heard
I've taken the poison
though I want to be cured.

The road going forward
comes back in the end
Progress regresses
contracts and extends
Take me away
though I want to stay here
the farther I go
the more I am near.