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There’s emptiness this night;
Good-byes are everywhere.
Life is such a hard thing;
Sometimes it’s too hard for me.
    Those with initials preceding their name;
    They might conclude I suffer.
    Abandonment is always lurking;
    There in the shadows; it awaits.
Living seemed so much easier;
When I could run like the wind.
I seldom was caught;
And each new place helped me forget.
    I said my Good-byes a week ago;
    But somehow I lied to myself.
    Made up stories; dimmed the footlights;
    And disguised what I couldn’t seem to face.
Maybe I’m too expecting; 
Maybe this is just a passing moment;
And there really isn’t anyone else out there.
Maybe this is all just an illusion.
    So I have no other choice; I’ll stuff it in my bag.
    My bag already overflowing 
    Filled with so many designed fabrications;
     Amounting to but meaningless denials.
It’s hard to believe in anything anymore;
One day you’re here; next day you’re gone.
You make a friend you lose a lover;
It’s all so discouraging and never ending.
     You think you’re standing on solid ground;
     Then the earth shakes and a hole opens up.
     You save your pennies; buy a home and one day;
     You could lose it all to the right of public domain.
WE the people, in order to form a more convenient society;
Survive in herds, accept our branding and pay the piper His dues.
But It’s all been said before and many will say they I agrees;
But inevitable it’s simply just the “same old Sh**, different day.”

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