if I could live no more seconds,
of my pointless life,
I be happy with no need to reflect it,
I can lay in my grave as time passes,
slowly rotting away,
like the speed of molasses
I would no longer be a living half,
that thought be pointless,
as the world spins I laugh,
but no I am stuck among the living,
not swimming,
but drowning in a pool of worthless water
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