Boredom chases me like a black void
Sucking all things fun,
All things happy
Into a dark abyss
Where everything you hear is muted
And everything you see is cloudy
Like grimy glass
If I strain my ears
I can hear the faint chorus of my friends laughing
Before it is submerged under inky waters
Sinking
Floating further
And further
Out of my reach
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