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Resignation
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The Rest There’s nothing left for me,
Nothing on the way.
I look but never see,
A reason for me to stay.
I no longer care to try
To rid myself of despair.
I no longer live the lie
That someone will actually care.
I don’t know why I’ve made it this far,
Why I didn’t give up before.
I guess that’s the way people are,
Believing there’s something more.
I know soon I’ll have to fall,
Then I’ll finally be away from it all.
