Understand Me
I have no desire.
I don't want to laze about,
Resting quietly in the dark
watching my life play out.
Dripping pain in each stride
a puddle left in my wake.
Trudging through the blankness
searching for something to stake
my life upon and shake the very existence that is me.
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