No past, no present, no future;
In particular.
Even warm mugs cannot stop the frustration 
Questions wander around my head; 
Questioning school, questioning family, questioning life. 
And for what? 
For one day? For all of them? 
A day which seems so far away I can’t even taste it
All it would take is a smile, or some encouragement
From either party
But nope. We just all wallow in our self pity
Never opening
Not in the past, not in the present, not in the future.  


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