Life seems to pass
Quite unseen through the looking glass
The pain of tomorrow and today
Soon to shadow the pain of yesterday
Without a sense of foreboding
Nor a hint of warning
We trudged ahead
And thus made our bed
Emotions rubbed raw and bare
Unseen by all who profess to care
I struggle deep within this hateful abyss
Waiting for the day I shall attain eternal bliss
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