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Most nights I wonder
what happens in the end
fading black like the sky after 6
perhaps white like the bathroom light
or grey
or nothing at all
sometimes exhaustion falls
on me and I’m gone
instantly. That’s a bliss
peace, until I wake over nothing
can’t shut myself down
that’s when I wonder
silly things like
what a stranger is doing that instant
in a country I’ve never been
like
how life is truly pointless at times
like
when will I start living my life
for myself.
Val Writes 