Not Even Chaos

To be fairly honest,

I don't see a reason anymore,

To exist in this chaos.

To wake up each morning,

With something to look forward to,

To sleep with the wish,

Of seeing another day,

Just because the day felt incomplete,

And you would do anything to make it complete.

For there are far too many endings,

Than beginnings,

For there's nothing to look forward to anymore,

Not even the chaos.

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