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illing time, until I die. |
I've lost the will,
can't chill,
no thrill,
feel ill,
until,
in sweet release,
deceased I lie.
I stare blankly at the sky.
On window sill,
sat still,
no will,
want nil,
can't fill,
this hole in me.
Won't even try.
On common sense, I can't rely
I felt quite blue,
all through,
the view,
I drew,
of you,
but logically,
I don't know why.
Tears attempt to fill my eye
Depression grew,
on cue,
right through,
it's true,
no clue,
what it's all for.
I almost cry.
So here in window, sat on high,
I wipe my eye,
stare at the sky,
throat dry,
I sigh.
Just killing time,
until I die.
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