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Why is it that when the sun is at its peak,

Is when my interior reaches its darkest?

These are my saddest days of the year

Often times when my exterior is at its warmest

Fate never fails, and time will never tell

Because I find myself in the same position each time

Secluded in my resilient shell

There is a future for me, but not one that is kind

And I wonder if at this point my soul is even worth selling

“Will I find love?”

“Will I be happy?”

“Am I going to die alone?”

Questions I feel I can already answer

I want to exist, I want to survive

I want to live, and I want to try

But what is worth trying for? What is worth the time?

When every feeling is recycled, every experience is empty

The peace within nothingness tempts me

I know that my body is young

But time moves quickly,

And deteriorates us all in its blind trajectory

I still feel as though my life hasn't yet begun

I cannot wait for eternity

To feels the things I felt when I first saw the sun