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The Meaningless Means

It's day; My hair is matted with dawn's dew
I sigh, because I know it's nothing new
To wake up confused to a searing sun
Well, this time I'm going tell him I'm Done.

It's a vast desert here
Full of hot, exposed fear
All of which I well know
And I've come to let go
So I tread the hot ground
Anywhere but home bound
Let me run forever
In my great endeavor
To find the end of time
In the flip of a dime
Written by Nicky_The_Odd (Nicky Smith)
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