day after day
it's the same
old routine
and i feel
like i can almost
see the figure
of me from yesterday
walking about
doing what i
did yesterday and
today what i'm
going to do tomorrow
what i've always done
it's like my life
is just one singe day
on replay
in an eternal loop
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Poems
PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
