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a r t CREATE DESIGN l i f e

This Is Nothing

I cannot sleep

The pain leaves me in vain

I toss, I turn

I sigh, I yearn

I think of the end

My thoughts don’t pretend

I wish I could dream

What have I learned

I feel sick to my stomach

I need to escape

I need a way out

I can’t even scream

I can’t even shout

What is this life even about

My world is at war

In a way like never before

I’m in a familiar land

But it hurts so much

It feels foreign, I cannot pretend

So I fall

So I submit

So I wait

And so I sit

This is nothing, but shit

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