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What good is a day
In which you are the same
At the end
As you were when the day began?
That is called wasted time
Where you pass through without reason or rhyme
No anger, or sadness
But also lacking happiness
And when the night draws close
You pull up the covers to the tip of your nose
You’re too tired to think about the day
Nothing memorable happened anyway
Every second is a gift
Yet still we waste them as though they’re guaranteed
And look to tomorrow as a definite
Instead of only a possibility
So I shall reiterate
What good is a day
In which nothing changes
And you stay exactly the same?
In which you are the same
At the end
As you were when the day began?
That is called wasted time
Where you pass through without reason or rhyme
No anger, or sadness
But also lacking happiness
And when the night draws close
You pull up the covers to the tip of your nose
You’re too tired to think about the day
Nothing memorable happened anyway
Every second is a gift
Yet still we waste them as though they’re guaranteed
And look to tomorrow as a definite
Instead of only a possibility
So I shall reiterate
What good is a day
In which nothing changes
And you stay exactly the same?
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aggressive, you tell your therapist,
he's always been aggressive.
you detail the storms you weathered,
the verbal battering ram,
the hammer that kept falling until
the nail fell into place.
"he never hit me", you're quick to assure,
but you do speak, eventually,
about the threats, about the way he towered
over you, above you, through you,
the ways he threatened to hurt you &
the time you watched her fly into a wall.
but, but, but, but, but
you don't want to be unfair to him.
his demons are sharper-clawed,
bigger, scarier, more sadistic.
yours are a children'
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It doesn't matter who has made you
It doesn't matter where you are
You could be born in China
Or nay other place, near or far.
It only matters what you do
And how you play the game
Of life itself, no easy task
To get to wealth and fame
Or perhaps you want a simpler life
Which is quite alright
But for both you must always work
Be it rain, snow, day or night.
We are only what we make ourselves
So let's get this straight right now
Don't listen to what others say
At the end be sure you can say...
Wow...
Care not for servants. traitors, sycophants and liars
Nor for life's many pits, trips, potholes and briars.
Focus on your chosen path and stick t
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I guess we're all alone in our minds
Alone in our hearts, in our
Hidden sufferings and cesspool of
Pain and confusion and longing
I wish I know what I'm doing this for
What im inflicting these on us for
it hurts to know that you won't know me
and i won't be there for you anymore
I'm sorry
and I don't think my sorry is enough
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I really like how you used the prompt and rendered a complex topic a very tranquil simplicity. Well done.