i'll try to keep this short
life for me is sadness
i have nothing new to report
life for me is madness
no one to meddle
no one to cuddle
ignore me i babble
take me at face value
live the opposite
my truth isn't copesthetic
i'll try to be honest
breathing is a chore
i'm so modest
i know i'm a bore
no one listens
no one misses
this is how it's been
one year blends into forever
i'll never recover
i'm a perpetual has been
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