I am falling, like the sky on those warm summer nights. Sitting along on the bench watching the clouds roll by, I seem to wonder where I will end up, and yet at the same time, I know. The pit of loneliness, expresses life. The light at the end of the tunnel does not exist, so why try? The big picture is not a way to look at things if you end up getting bogged down. So I say again, why try? Energy and resources are being wasted. There is no point. I am close to the point of no return, and yet, it feels right.
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