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Such A Chore

When did love become a chore?

When did effort became so tiresome?

When did happiness became scarce?

Music suddenly sounds stale

Nothing is making sense.
You drag your feet but get nowhere 

And everything around you is darkness
When did these fall apart?

When did everything became such a chore?

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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