Lack Of Life
My friends are but digital reminders of the pastmy life is non-existent
and I keep slipping fast
and my bad luck seems to be persistent
as I sit here all alone
while everyone has a life to live
I feel as if I'm a clone
as I don't have any of my own feelings to give
I cant tell if the days are going fast or slow
I cant seem to think straight
and my mood is lower than low
perhaps its fate
but it burns in my heart like a knife
that while I remain in this world
I seem to have a lack of life
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