I don't want to leave this bed
I don't want to touch the floor
And realise I'm still around
I don't want to go outside
And see life passing by
I don't want to live this again
I don't want to turn on the lights
And see this face in the mirror
Growing old and grey with sorrow
I don't want to count the hours
Of unrelenting sleepless nights
I don't want to stare at the walls
I don't want to look for you in the room
I don't want to have memories of this
I don't want to repeat everything
And end up doing it all over again
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...if life is repetition, try the most intense of it and push it hard...do not look to the other side to avoid it....
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