3 min reading
"Inhale"
Come one and all and see the broken man,
talking to himself
He sits and waits for something better,
he'll never find it here
The people touch his hair and pinch his cheek;
he can't even feel it
There it goes again,
he's listening to someone
He hears the bitter laughter
And all he wants to know is...
Why does any of it matter? (I can't take it anymore) ...
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