The Question
Watching life shift, falsly accused
Setting the pain adrift, feeling abused
Standing on a cliff, mind confused
Trying not to feel miffed, alas to no use
Feeling no more bliss, instead only blues
Been far too long since kissed, lips dry as a burnt fuse
Contemplating if I will be missed, I now ask you
Is this all there is to exist, or is it all just a rouse?
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