Sat through another non-eventful free fall through the ceiling

while trying hard to feel something despite the way I'm feeling.

Trying hard to find my way back to the time of when

I didn't have to sit in this damn chair time and again.

For every day now seems a bit more like the day before.

Just like a cross between a treadmill and revolving door,

where weeks and m...

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The days don’t seem to give a damn,

they march in step of time.

They stare ahead with eyes of steel

while never breaking line.

They torture me with disregard,

they tread upon my soul.

They seem so unaware I’m here,

they simply come and go.

I once believed the day would come,

I hoped that it would give

the thing that I was searching for -

a reason I should...

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