I see that I am awake.
I wonder why.
There isn't much going on here.
It's all the same, everyday.
And I feel lost.
This place is empty.
The colors are all dull.
Lackluster whispers.
The same old song and dance.
Time could crawl much slower.
And I would sleep.
Chase the pain away.
- L. Treece
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