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Jun 2024
I sit in this empty room
But I'm not the only one in here
I went and let my demons out
They produce then they feed on my fear
Been here many times before,
More times than I can ignore
I won't shed another wasteful tear
What good's all this crying for?
Both my tear ducts are sore
And it's the same year after year after year

©2024
Jeremy Betts
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Jeremy Betts  42/M/Washington State
(42/M/Washington State)   
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