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Cursedly Blessed

I'll take this all,

One day I'll give it back,

Sorry if most my words,

Can't make up for what I lack.

 

I thank you for your time,

Though that I think I'll keep,

Sometimes I seem to need it

On the nights that I can't sleep.

 

I don't have much to offer,

Except that I am here;

Doesn't mean much to most people,

Unless I were to disappear.

 

We don't know what we have

Until it's no longer there;

But I wouldn't want to be,

So that someone would finally care.

 

I like to live my life,

And sometimes I laugh a lot;

It's the loving part

That I haven't really got.

 

All these things run through my head,

As I stare at the breaking dawn;

Hopefully I get some sleep,

I think as I loudly yawn.

 

When all my thoughts quiet down

I'll finally get some rest;

Though my life seems cursed,

I'm actually very blessed.

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