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Staring at post-it notes
filled with thoughts written in my sleep
I don’t know how to react.

Can’t you see
that we value our lives to the point where
it’s unhealthy?

It occurred to me
that I might feel the way the I do
because I think I have to.

Nothing matters when you’re dead,
So why place emphasis on comfort?

It’s only death
How bad can it get?
What’s to say about fate
When the world ends

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What if happiness was nothing more than a temperature
Fluctuating with it’s seasons, it seems like winter now
We’d turn up our heaters and put on sweaters
To shield ourselves from how we feel inside

Good thing we’re just dealing with chemicals today
What’s the point when it’s all apples and oranges to me?

What if happiness was like light in a kaleidoscope
Not really a value, more like a substance
Our emotions would change at the shift of a cylinder
We’d just have to recognize exactly what we are looking at

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“I don’t like bells,” She said to me
I replied with silence,
she waited patiently
And I knew time was on my side
We’ve got four years to spend here, what are we trying to hide?

“… and I’ll avoid the nine-to-five”
She’s got her hopes and dreams,
and I feel less alive
Every time I question myself
I know this rut like the back of my hand.

It’s going to be awkward when we wake up the next morning
And I can only hope it goes that way
We’re going to laugh about this when we realize what we’ve done
Well, I will anyway.

“This is it?” He questioned me
To which I had no response,
He waited patiently
And I’ll think about all of these things
Predicting the future never ceases to amaze me

It’s going to be awkward when we wake up the next morning
And I can only hope it goes that way
We’re going to laugh about this when we realize what we’ve done
Well, I will anyway.