It is Agony

It will stay as Agony


until it doesn't.


You'll keep the mess


until it is time to clean up.


You'll never get to ask your questions


until you learn to ask yourself


the same ones.


There will never be the waiting answers


that's just how life was,




and will be.


It is Agony


until it is no longer.

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