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Sad and Done

Doesn’t seem if I understand anymore Things I considerably understood I don’t visit the places I used to know Don’t think what’s evil and what is good Sad and done, still I play my part According to the predetermined text Too much of events around, I depart Don’t want to know what will come next Not that I’m full of something important Or I am overtly empty inside Not that I want to do what I’m potent To do, and I don’t, cause something I hide But a massive tiredness of all this Consumes me like Jonah was by the whale I give up, despite that something I miss Anyway it would lead to a stale.

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