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The world holds no meaning to him
Day & night
He spent his life living them
Day…was his bitterness
Surrounded by sinners
Night…his loneliness
Hoping the sun will never rise
He drifts among the souls
With nowhere to go
No place to call home
An empty nest he is
He wish to stop drifting to and fro
To embrace one moment
One full meal
One laughter
The last cigarette
The last drop of whisky
Before he writes the end
To complete his circle
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