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Help me, I’m coming apart at the wrists How can my yelling and screaming be missed? Am I invisible or does nobody care? I’ve done all I can to make people aware That I need their help, or I’ll surely backslide And this time I’m not sure that I will survive It’s survival of the fittest, I’m not fit enough And Natural Selection is calling my bluff It’s telling me that I don’t have enough strength So please pardon me as I become extinct

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