aching breaking
crying sweating
screaming learning
sleeping waking
dreaming changing
drinking bickering
nagging going
coming seeing
acting feeling
lying dying
rhymes without reason
rain without season
drowning in thought
and feeling caught
in old loneliness
crumpled on my chest
time passing by
babies cry
people die
we all lie
they can't see
they're not me
I'm not living
nor grieving
I'm just...
...here.
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