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Deterioration

Health, declining, slowly, more pain, less motivation.
Will weakening, stress rising and self discipline non existant.

He tries to grasp again that what once held him high above all
No longer can he reach those heights, not while the green mountains fall
Even in his own domain, the world seems to challenge and mock him.

He finds solace and escape in music and the fantasy worlds but always the harsh reality,
A mocking stare at his life and his place returns to the discarded on a pile of the unwanted

Test after test of unknowing, asking questions of which he has no answer
Diminishing his belief, his self worth but not caring, not if he cannot strive to be what they want

All this deterioration, of him, for no gain, no result just one less mouth to feed come the end

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