Why am I here
Not sheding a tear
About You
It's like a depressing stew
I'm slowly stirring
With everything turning
Into madness
With all the sadness
Of this life I live
I will have nothing left to give
But my pain and suffering
When You're only buffering
Me
So I can be better
Than those who
Could never sew
What they reap
So they can keep
Their stubborn nature
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