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a strange day
starting great
ending less than
as is always my way
i know not how to maintain happiness
so many challenges to its wellbeing
why do i feel as though i'm on the
end of some cruel joke
that sense of wicked anticipation
as though my head is on the block
but the axe has not fallen
why can't i have a complete day
their unhappiness breeds my discontent
too much at once
my head is on the block
but i know not my crime
only my danger
and moreso my fear
the anticipation
why does it always have to end like this
after so much opportunity
and so much joy
all collapses
all falls into that pit of despair
from which there is no hope of peace
for my head is on the block
and here comes the headman
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what are the clouds, but an excuse for the sky
what is life, but an excuse for death
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