Times Like These
Times like these
When I again grow bored
Where I retreat within
Whilst climbing through
Near desperately searching
For something to do
When there's nothing to help me
When I have nothing to lose
It's these words I search for
But then, of course
The unwanted arises
These pictures I see
The things I remember
Always dreading
And always regretting
Within my mind
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