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Pointless

The days are becoming a free-fall. I wish the descent led to a place of splendor. I can’t control my thoughts; the words fall off my tongue.

No one listens because no one is there. I used to seek solace in the silence.

Good times are gone; my time wasted. The phone won’t stop ringing. Talking to God is pointless; the omnipotent shouldn’t need my explanation.

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