I'm feeling funny. Sick, yet funny. Not funny as in humorous. But funny as in weird. My eyes feel swollen, brain feels unfunctionable, yet I'm sitting here typing away becuase I do not want to sleep yet and because I've nothing else better to do. So there it is, my life is lame.

Years seem to play a major role in everything. There were so many other things left to do but I ignored that and took the high road. Now I'm haunted with thoughts of what ifs.

We belong to the world
No clock can erase time
What was there all the while
Blinded me with lies
Ripped from the cores of your truth
Came a plague of infection
I could not cure
Your eyes saw me leave
Your voice never called out
I was left with the memories
Of things and of time
Of sins and of crimes
Of jealousy and of rage
Could they have stayed one more day?
We belong to the world now.

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