Blase' Life
I wake up each day
without purpose.
I am neither here nor
there.
I can't cry anymore,
I can't smile anymore.
I have a blank stare
and my demeanor is
blase'.
A big mase of skin and
bones with no direction.
My dreams of a better
existence has become
a series of nightmares.
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