Writing: Zack

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The air flows right by me,

 

but I don't care.

 

It's such a monstrous distance,

 

from here to there.

 

People laugh, and people cry,

 

as their loved ones pass away.

 

But I sit by myself, always alone,

 

wondering if it's ok.

 

Nobody cares about what happens to me,

 

no one ever has.

 

So i'll just go ahead and pay my fee,

 

and become part of the past.

 

 

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