views

the aspect of caring
falls into the regions
of nonchalance
there is only a sad grin
floating into space
as words disappear
who gives a fuck
about the views of another
when the distractions are aplenty
who the hell wants to bother
with the poison of another mind
the stress and the tension
the daily drudgery of life
do not even mention
let's just shut the fuck up
stare into the ceiling
for hours that never end
and wait for the end

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Ah, fuck.