May 17, 2009
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Endless days of monotony
Like a cassette on repeat
Stare at life through the bars
Wonder why you’re still here

The floor boils with contained agony
It’s the world at your feet
But you are alone as the stars
Wishing you could shed a tear

They all talk of harmony
Yet you don’t stir in your seat
At the center of rushing cars
All of nothing’s clear

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