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It's a feeling of death
A lack of any kind of purpose
A dreary blur of time

It's the constant sway
The indecision, mundane
The thing you cannot define

It's never the demise of others
But your own inward mortal decay
That should leave you this way

It's the milky coloured eyes
Where once colour used to be
That shows all life has gone away

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