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Dust and lint cover the stains
of my days attire
my eyes’ half shut, my hair’s a mess,
my life’s stuck in a mire

My clothes or life, what’s more tattered?
I’ve never seen my floor
what I hold dear is always shattered,
heartbroken by a whore

Nicotine almost makes me normal,
my sanity owed to caffeine
when I feel like I’m finally dying,
I get so optimistic

My years, they melt behind me
as the months crawl beside
this day is never ending,
but I’m always out of time.

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