The day I gave up
It was sunny and hot
And the wind was relatively still
I heard cries and screams
Worse than in my worst dreams
All coming from a little girl
A shroud fell upon me
Of apathy and fatigue
Drowning the last few bits of drive
From today, I think
I’ll just sit and drink
And see how long I can survive
Remember, just because I wrote something does not mean it defines me.
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