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Nonsense

Everyone is sleeping with everyone else

We sit alone, dreaming

Building our own version of hell

Once we die our problems end

We pile them up while we live

I’m better than you because I lived through this

I respect you because you lived through that

I have never met you

Your predecessors are reason enough to hate you

I wasted a life looking for someone to blame

All the while, nothing was wrong

I sit alone, reminiscing

All of my past makes me feel dead inside

Every single day

I wish I could cry

All of the tears which have run dry

Nothing is funny

Heart no longer runny

Days I avoid are hot and sunny

The people who preach care the most about money