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the strain
of living
causes gray
and guts,
ruins love
and children.
what solution
is there
to life?
death is
no option,
more doubt
than now.
we see
the sun
rise always,
knowing it
is doomed.
we see
children born
knowing the
same thing.
why do
we live?
is earth
just full
of masochists?


Written by burrben

April 5, 2011 at 2:10 pm

Posted in poetry

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