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Broken thoughts,
Broken lives,
My lifeless ordinary and for nothing but show.
Not living life for the soul,
Not the common good,
Not anything but to show.
Constantly trying to prove worth it,
Always slightly falling short.
Nothing spectacular,
Nothing original,
Same old as before.
Living life is not for the pleasure,
But for the pain of pleasing everyone around.
Gaping holes,
Severed heart,
And nothing means anything anymore.
Unable to meet expectations,
Living life only for the show.
My lifeless ordinary,
A failure to no one around me,
But my own intolerable being.
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