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"Existence, to the most abstruse level..."

Is it just me, or did I really approach this the wrong way, I could just forget about it, but it lingers in my mind, I never thought I would feel this badly, As if life isn't enough of a burden anyway, Don't pity me, don't offer your condolences, That only makes me feel even more horrid, Breath, heart, sight, All essential things, Yet cause you so much misery and woe, Hitherto, I have not a single regret, Because life is kind, in its own perplexed sort of way, And that is what gets me through the day...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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