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Sick of this i'm sure i'm

Headed for the end

Mince no words now exposed

It's hard to pretend

Captured pawn losing move

Pray that dawn won't come

Beaten at its own game

Shutting down the brain

Sparing myself the storm

I'll forget my pain

Racing to the bottom

No case to defend

Tattered, ripped and torn up

Much too hard to mend