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To live is to suffer, the Buddha once said,

I think he forgot; I live in my head.

I try to ignore myself and my tears,

Smiling and laughing, denying my fears.

I look out my window and it is dark,

And used to be bright and singing with larks.

Now there is nothing, no emotional state,

See the scale of life, to check out my weight.

And once there was sunshine, but not anymore,

When young is young, hope is more and more.

Then old is old, and there is madness,

Unchangeable things, witnessing sadness.

To live is to suffer, the Buddha once said,

He’d still say it too, if he weren’t dead.