I'm at a bus stop outside a Walmart
Losing ,when did my struggle start
When time can't be counted with years
Trying to stand up to my own fears
At moments only my shadow walks
Lonely dying in this rusty box
Become my own savior or become it's death
No salvation, my bones all that's left
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