Why are you? Why aren’t you?
There’s no hope, it’s
too late, it has always been too late.
Give up, go back to bed, there’s no hope. There’s
so much to do. There’s not enough to do. There is no hope.
Why do I fall down?
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not that of day
This is my one goal
I don’t think I’ll be coming back this way again
Ailing with psychomotor retardation
So many pills treating tardive dyskinesia
Too tired to argue, too
tired of the games
people find me interesting
even if I have ceased to interest myself
I see no hope I see no light I see no hope I see no life
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