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Feb 2020
Good deeds go unnoticed,
as I try to appease your mind.
Beg and bend over backwards,
just to buy my own time.

My face aged another year.
My path no longer clear.
"No longer can I live like this",
to the reflection in the mirror.

Suddenly I feel my age.
Your smile I do not see.
but the ones beyond the lighted stage,
They laugh and cheer with glee.
I no longer need you.
I need my sanity.
I will not grow any older,
just to feed your apathy.

Life is but a flash.
less than a speck of dust.
Let the music be my master,
heed the master's call, I must.
Written by
Cyg Xanadu  28/M
(28/M)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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