Thought

I sit here and think

Of events of the past

And ponder the meaning

Of existance

I do not seem to know

Nor do care

But others do

Which is why I abide

I create happiness

And cure others sorrows

But what of my own?

They never vacate

No knowledge of why

Nor feeling of concern

That I can't make myself happy

So do I tarry?

But as long as I am here

I shall try to do my best

Whatever the consequences

Damn all the rest

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