Incidents make their time
Inside this crying game
Burning ways deep prime
A going away loving flame
What you feel is nowhere
Coming to its zero’s point
Closeness of a here and there
Missing the exact joint
You where given a delusion
Rated frustration's doubt
Strangeness in its confusion
Is what it's all about…?
Without a life that's real
A living that keeps you dying
In each of your ways and feel
Without you knowing or trying
Something in here mystery still
Nothing but further off lies
Games enough to fulfill
Each of your despondent tries
What have you accomplished?
In the ways that you once had
Only those feelings misdeed
That made those memories clad
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