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Apr 2015
What could possibly
be the point of it all?
Surely not the painful
bitter tears that do fall.

Where is the joy and
laughter seen from afar?
It may be all an illusion
that they keep in a jar.

Would it be better to let
go and just give in?
Opening that door into
darkness letting it all end.

Are there those out there
that even give a ****?
Maybe the last they hear
is that open door slam.

mkt
Michael K Thompson
Written by
Michael K Thompson  Louisiana
(Louisiana)   
200
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