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Always waiting, wanting change,
full of impatience, for a new day. Tomorrow comes, and disappears, never changing, bringing fears. Fear of failure, of never leaving, courage lost, hope is depleting. Stuck forever, in the same time and place, living in bore, knowing each face. Each soul here, inhabiting this town, I know them well, from smile to frown. Seasons change, years as well, but I never do, in everlasting hell. Maybe I'm crazy, or possibly dumb, but all it seems to me, is that tomorrow will never come.
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