The fun no more
By DocMccurdy
When I think of life I wonder What is next? Unscrupulously A part of me. Faded memories Of fun times And the carefree Now dying inside, Like a cancer, Eating me alive, Hurting me. So, why do I have to? Continue living, To face the despair And just go on, Existing, drifting, Day after day, The fun is no more, Nor the carefree, Just a burden A baggage Called life. Written November 20th, 2001 © on Nov 20 2001 04:19 AM PST 0 • 1
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"When I think of life..."