what difference
does it make.
we'll be dead in twenty
years
or more, or less.
so why give a damn,
why care
so hard
about
the road, the weather,
the love
that's come and gone.
why bother
with the tears,
the sadness. get out of
the woods,
get out of blue,
remove yourself
from the dark world
you've fallen
upon
and gotten used to.
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