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May 2016
I’m sitting here waiting,
My life I’m contemplating,
Time is flying by,
And all I can do is sigh,
Why can’t I feel anything,
Why can’t my soul sing,
It’s no fun being dead inside,
And there’s no time left to hide,
To quote the giant “it’s happening again”,
I lost my heart but I don’t know when,
There’s not going to be a point to my life,
So maybe I should just put an end to all this strife,
I was foolish to think it would be different this time,
The clock is counting down and is ready to chime,
The big cloud of doom is looming,
The lightning is striking and the thunder is booming,
I can’t complain as I brought this all on,
I can’t close my eyes and wait for it to be gone,
Live in darkness or don’t live at all,
That’s the choice for this stupid fool.
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