I woke up at 5 a.m.
To work on my home
Work but instead I
Woke up at 5 a.m.
And wrote a poem
And I read what you
Sent me and I didn't
Smile, but I seemed
To feel Important
In the world and so I
Said all those
Nice things to you
About meaning
In a meaningless
Existence
And I mean it
And I'll rot
Under the ground
When I die
Meaning it
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