Feel the waters of no

Succinctly filling your lungs

While you insists they say yes

Your world is crashing hard

Still, you say you’re fine

Your friends cry torturous truths

Cluelessly, you sink into a question

Til you drag your belongings

Upon weathered, rough pavement

Is that your turning point?

I’m too old and sick to witness

Get real or reality will get you

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