Day 212
Everyone is so sad.
Everyone has their demons.
We all can't sleep.
We all can't dream.
Optimistic tones are spoken,
But actions never fall through.
We try to buy our happiness
Only to sit alone in our own
Sadness.
Everybody wants to care,
But they're all full of despair.
Time only passes.
Money is only spent.
Stress only builds.
At the end of our lives,
We were never fulfilled.
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