Duty bound
seems
Drifting still
Lists of woes long
Writing nonsense
Awaiting turn at the scythe
Meanwhile
You remind me of temporal joys
And I take a puff and another and another
Addicted
Now to keep up a habit
With no means to do
I vegetate slowly to my natural calamitous end.
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the shred of hope in the ever deteriorating life waiting to end in shambles is like the straw to the sinking man. .. your thoughts oof me has created a rainbow in my solitary jounrney to my ends.. hey keep up the gud work
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