Should he wither,
Or should he die,
That's his choice.
And only time will tell.
Is he in a lot of pain?
Because you never asked,
I'll tell you.
He is.
And when that phone of yours rings in your pocket,
Should you take it?
Or should you put it on hold and continue to plaster that fake smile all over your face?
Only you can make the decision,
And you will have to live with the consequences.
But the millions of people stuck in their lives,
Stuck in routines,
No form of struggle is routine anymore,
We're in a state of chaos.
Nobody knows how to express themselves anymore,
And I'm another clone.
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