Stairways to uncertainty spirals up and down my mind,
Its like an itch I cannot find,
Gritting with disdain I watch as they plunder,
What I used to defend now only makes me wonder.
Trust dissipates
Concern irritates
Hope appears to be nothing but a fabricated lie
Amid the disastrous fog,
One still harps on chance,
A chance to attain tranquility
Erasing solitude from life's dance.
Stop and let me off right now.
I hate playing with cheaters.
Save the game for another
I'm not your fool.
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