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I'm sick of
People
Thinking they care
Thinking they know
Thinking they can help
Thinking they can cure
Think they even stand a chance
Against this.
They think too much.
Or maybe I just think
Too much.
This ache in my stomach
This deep lonely pain
Surges,
And reminds me
Of where I am
And where they are
Where he is
And where I must stay.
Nothing is normal now
Nothing could ever go back to how it was
Nothing could replace
Repair
Restore
Nothing could cloud the stare
Of hopeless zeal
Too quick
Not thinking
And now
Thinking too much.



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