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Days End

The days don’t seem to give a damn,

they march in step of time.

They stare ahead with eyes of steel

while never breaking line.

 

They torture me with disregard,

they tread upon my soul.

They seem so unaware I’m here,

they simply come and go.

 

I once believed the day would come,

I hoped that it would give

the thing that I was searching for -

a reason I should...

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