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May 2014
Hopeless
   the days drag on
      getting *slower
and slower

No drive
No reason
    to get out of bed

Did they human race
    really evolve out of mud?

If so,
   What was the purpose?
   Why?
   It doesn't make sense
      *Why do we live if there
           is nothing to live for?
Everyone has their doubts, these are some of mine.
Written by
Elena Martinescu
340
   Dark Angel and ---
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