Poetry

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Today is yet another day. Not boring nor happy. Just plain. I sit and stare at the ceiling. It looks whiter than I remember it to be. If only my insides were white like the ceiling. How nice.

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If only Time could standstill
Then sweetnss will remain
In everlasting zeal
Bitterness never hails
Cream so smooth

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The hour of this day comes like a thief in the night. Calling out from deep within. Do you have what it takes to linger on? Frankly, my sails are down. The mast is broken. I have no drive nor the impetus to carry on. Of course, the people are my fuel for keeping that little flame of life going...

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My mind is boggled down

My chest feels wrapped too tight,

Just wanna curl up in a ball

Sure as hell don't wanna fight

I wanna lean back in my chair

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The hour has come
For thoughts foretold
Crimson red
Pent up gore
Fight in store