Why am I here? What is the use?
Is life made for one long excuse?
I feel I stand up tall for nought;
Is this all that my life has brought?
Or am I just in downward flow?
My hopes will right again I know.
But here and now there is no hope;
takes all I know to simply cope.
My apocalypse I sometimes fear
is at the door; my end is near?
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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