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Sad, sadTears, all dried upHer silence has never been heardGloomy is her mind,Like tear gas in her lifeAnother needle to the vein,And the rush...Like a thousand ton trainYet the tracks lead her astrayDull and dreary becomes dawnPulling closer to the sheetsAn urge to die...There is no good end to this life, just an end of lifeBreaking the silence was never her choiceFinding a high was the voice of her life...
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.