New stresses enter my life,
as old ones fade away.
I grip the handle of my knife,
but I am here to stay.
I close my heavy eyes,
but the world does not change.
My chest heaves many sighs,
because it all seems so strange.
There is no point in giving it thought,
for action is the only solution.
Within a net of apathy I am caught,
until I find my resolution.














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