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Lost Cause.

These bells, they toll for me
With the third chime, I'll be set free
One chime, two chimes, three...

Nothing.
It's not that easy.
Freedom doesn't come to me,
Especially while dealing with you.

It's nothing new,
I'm just stuck in this maze of you.
Where my dreams are lost,
Never to come true.

You and I,
I don't know why,
We're a Lost Cause.
Poem by WVCIII