Each Dying Mind

Everybody deserves
A twenty-second chance
In the pants of the self-destructive
The dimmest of the radiant
Is only as bright as the absence of light
In the darkness of tonight
We look for answers in the margins
But to our chagrin
The text holds no power
In the hour of choice
A chosen voice expresses
The dismay of the destitute
Another saving thought is lost
With each dying mind
We desperately record every note
Every word
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