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Many A Night

Many a night
I sit by myself
Pondering things
Of no consequence

Many a night
I get an idea
One to help or
One to destroy the world

Many a night
With no thought to others
I would contemplate
Ending it all

Many a night
My questions
Relevant and revealing
Remain unanswered

Many a night
I just sit
And wonder to myself
What's the point of anything?
Written by stonehorn (RavensYouth)
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