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Sadly, there's just nothing more to be inspired by
It's not world's fault, nor mine, nor yours
I've tried hard to be inspired before
Sometimes I've succeeded
Unfortunately, was always a simple figment
To me, to you, and anyone that could care enough to

It's alright. It's just how it is
"I have tried, failed and went on"
That's what I'd like to say, but I can't go on
How does one without drive carry on?

So here I stand, in between
My decision already made, but not real
One thing in the way — memories that will cause sorrows
Not even mine, nevertheless on my shoulders

So here I stand, in between
And will continue to do so until