It’s the weighted chest pain

That’s hardest to explain 

The interwoven, the lingering

It spins a web across every day

It’s the fog you learn to see through

Because you can’t get away 

Never the needle in your eye

The thorn in your side

It’s the routine of soft pain 

The clingy sting for life 

It’s the dull ache

Freedom, but on a leash

Your mother's kiss with tee...

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Does it matter what you do

or matter what you say?

Does anything mean anything

when you live Groundhog Day?

Is there a way to please the Gods

so that they’ll let you go?

Or maybe there’s no point at all.

Perhaps it’s just a show.

But what else can you do

if you find you’re stuck in this scene.

You have to just keep going

and hope you will f...

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