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WEAKNESS


sometimes our energy diminishes,

the root of our joy,

the motivator of our liveliness,

all disappear like a ghost,

your internal is a host,

to anger,bitterness,and weakness,

the warmth of the sun the same as a glowing furnace,

the arrival of darkness similar to a dark age,

the weight of the shit is a source of a heartache,

the tickling of the clock,

equals to a wailing siren,

cause deep inside you are overloaded,

loaded with all the negativity that exists,

and the meaning of life is senseless and baseless,

    THAT SUCKS,,,,,,

 

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