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I have just been sitting her waiting for the world to end I have been waiting for quite some time I stare up to the heavens Waiting for time and space to bend I sit here and try to forget It’s a fruitless effort The wounds just keep getting bigger They will never mend I watch society go to and fro Something is not right I do not seem to blend I happen to be anchored here I can never ascend I try to eliminate that thought But it seems sorrow is such a catchy trend There I go …. Stuck in the mud again A helping hand no one seems to want to lend Sinking deeper in the quicksand The inevitable is my only friend