I'm not sad and I'm not mad
how often can you cry over the past?
after a while it doesn't matter
what you've done or what you'll do
and the steady gaze penetrating some horizon
is stoic disguise for some wound
that will not heal...so why should I bother?
I'm not sad and I'm not mad and nothing comes to anything...
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