through my eyes the world is bleak
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i love and dread each new week.
through my eyes the life i lead is pointless
it cries in desperaton for more.
you don't know me, you wouldn't care if you did
my fate is sealed by the coffin lid.
oh,! its saturday you say?
well i guess the world will be ok.
Does the wadded up paper ball or the bowling ball fall faster?