illicit

exhaustion

an everlasting feeling of being incomplete

but only for todaywill the sun no longer show its rays disclaimerthis isn't depressionlife's just a lessonof what? sitting here like the queen I amwatching time stand stillbut I can still hear the clock ticking why is that? no one seems to know answers to my questionsyet they still find timeto try and teach me a lessonwhat is it that you teach? I don't understandyou might be less of a manbecause I can do something you canyou've got too much pride maybe I'm just rambling or maybe you just don't get ityour gambling with timeand my mind is going a mile minute

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