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why?
I sit and i think,
what i can do,
my life has no meaning,
without you.
there is no light,
at the end of this tunnle,
why was i sqeezed,
though this tiny funnle?
My life is now over,
theres nothing to do,
I just sit here and think,
all about you.
Why did it end up,
being this why,
I find myself asking this,
each and every day.
You manage to put recognised sayings into your work and carry them off without making them sounding like a cliche, which not many people can do as well as you. Excellent.