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[fairbrtl]

The world goes on outside my window
leaves rustle in the wind and people go about their busy lives
while i try to remember when i became this person
and how

when my future used to be filled with expectation
now i see only failure and lack

your platitudes irritate me
because nobody can make those promises and so far
you've all been wrong
it's not getting better

for the sake of comfort i try to stay numb
but i still have this loathsome hope
stirring and occasionally awakening

just to remind me how good it once was
before i fucked it all up