Once again life is no mend,
the factual basis of only pain from the begin,
retains itself in a strange sort of blend.
The on-going symptom of only done,
is the commonality of a well-strung sum.
I hope for the World a date to hold,
to keep and never feel sold,
to shield myself from what has been done,
I simply say;
"It's no fun, what has been done."
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