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Each day grows
darker much shorter in time, every waking moment is an argumentative rhyme.
Is there nothing to look forward to,
nowhere to go, stagnant and oblivious it’s a stoic sideshow.
Void of direction how could one learn, imagining one day that morality will
return.
All is not lost at least that’s what
you’ve heard,
unscrupulous matters teetering on the absurd.
No zest no passion, no desire to be, no love of life in all of its
mediocrity.
You think… you think… You wait
and you wait, for all of life’s bullshit you must anticipate!