Boredom fills my body,
Nothing to do,
No reason to live,
Pace
Back and forth,
Dial a number,
Hang up,
Drink drink drink
Till there is nothing left
In my soul;
Boredom kills
It shall be my death,
My gravedigger,
And my coffin
Where I am to remain
For what feels like
Eternity.
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