Looking Into Nothing

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Laying here alone

Thinking of the past

Drawing up conclusions

But maybe they mean nothing.

I drift off

Into dreamless sleep

Waking up again

Not a thing has changed

I still lay alone

Thinking of the past

Searching for conclusions

Simply finding nothing

All I want is meaning

For the things that I have done

Until I find something here

I won’t move on

I miss you.

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