Blood shot eyes of sleepless nights,
Screaming for help with silent sighs.
The bid to explain, a state so wane,
Crushed to pieces by the hands of vain.
The demise of sanity the death of want,
The fickle ones snicker, still doth taunt.
The ship of fancy, never it sailed,
They never tried, thus they failed!
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