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Driven

Driven

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Your hunger grows,

A flame fanned

By desire;

An unstable voice

In your head.


No sleep, restless

Never present;

Running to stay a few

Steps ahead.


The more you see, you know-

The praise is cheap;

It doesn't translate,

But now you've begun.


They're watching-

Prove it! Prove it!


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