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Desperately in need of something to do
My mind is an empty , hollow shell
That waits for a tiny spark and become a captive
I am a slave of time
Willing the hands of time to tick faster
And take me of this misery
Heart and mind in unity
Eagerly awaiting for the relief
That would stop the inconsolable madness
Over and over
Inside and out
It goes on and on
Mind against matter, nature at its best
My soul is in anguish
From this thing known as boredom
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