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tears sour as acid

sleeping in a state of numb

facing one beige wall

lifeless, feeling dumb

hopes were never enough

if you sat there still,

for your soul turning beige

you'll pay a hefty bill

missing the rage

hating the future

ongoing illness

when turning the next page;

of a book with endless chapters.

getting better,

the biggest lie

a semi colon means nothing

if you still want to die.