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Apathetic

Somehow,
I don’t know how,
I’ve lost the effort
to care about now
and then
and when
things happen.
Things happen to happen,
and will always happen.
Probably.
I don’t know
or care.
 
I’m tired of trying,
of lying unfeeling,
unable even
to stare at the ceiling.
 
I guess (in a way)
I’m selfish.
I don’t know.
And I’ve not got the time
to figure out why;
I’m far too busy
still being alive.
 
But I’ve hardly the effort,
And barely the time.
So, please, go away.
This apathy’s mine.

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