A Day in the Life

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Running from everything and everyone
Neither needs applause nor does he require praise
Escaping this mess of a life — he struggles to make
to reach the ones he adores — he idly waits, solitude

Feeling the misery tied to depression,
it is numbness from everything that rests — now
he knows what does it feel like, in the minds of those
who ache to commit suicide, a sad take at life

They never really want to end their life,
they just want themselves to be released from
this awful state — that never quits becoming repressed
thus it just sets — this feeling of decay slowly suffocating within

As you roam across the plains, in search
of something to replenish your soul, that never receives zest