*work in progress
I don't care what you say.
I don't care what you do.
I don't care come what may.
I don't care what's false or true.
No anger, no sorrow.
No joy or no hope.
No strength to borrow.
In order to cope.
The fighting's all done.
The spirit has gone.
The neglect bars none.
The battle has spawn.
To long, too hard, too deep and too fast.
Now melancholia over me a shadow has cast.
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