i don't know how the song will end or if there's another on my playlist
but the guitar's sad strings are attached to more than my vocal chords
i don't know how long i can be this alive, this aware
it hurts
soon i'll follow society
turn up the tv or turn on the computer
mute my soul and click my mind OFF
we've overslept, achieved nothing
and what's worst, types the poet from his self-righteous laptop
what's worst
we are content
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