loss of hope

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Late at night I lie awake Pray the lord my soul to take And if I fall asleep tonight  Don't let me see the morning light. 
Look to your surroundings. See the comparisons in store. Who does the most things? Who makes more?  Feeling ahead of the race, Only to walk into a slamming door. Why bother with the race?
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