My life goes by in an endless hum.
Acclimated now to a darkened aura,
Depressed and uninterested
Never finding hope, only pain.
Each and every day I bravely embrace.
Sometimes they let me pass.
Sometimes they are glass.
Wondering all the time, how?
As each eye is a lens of a camera,
In each of them I find an alibi.
Tomorrow I will not regret
Something I cannot confess.
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