Boredom is all I have seen these days
It goes on and on and never ends
Days come and go with nothing new
All the same and news is few
Predictable my days have become
For they happen again and again all along
It is like I am stuck in time
Time passes but it is as if it does not
Time causes changes, but not for me
Same thing everyday is hell for me
Hell! Hell my life has become
I'd rather see it end than have it going on
I look for a cause to live, but none is there
Life without cause is death itself.
Friday, August 23, 2013
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