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Do you not see a spark in me?
Does my struggle make yours worthwhile?
Why do you make time to break my spirit?
Is smothering me too quick of a death?
At least my struggle would have an apparent value
If I could see you struggle in response to mine
As you extract my last breath

More broken spirits mean bigger mountains of green
And we want them as opposed to red
But my apathy has rendered me colorblind
And to me they both appear grim
And to me they both are colored with suffering