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How to Feel Sad
Awoken by a spastic jolt,
Reminded of a drastic fault,
He wipes the sweat from his brow
And wishes for it to cease somehow.
How his head spins from despair,
Opens the window, lets in cold air,
Still not enough, he feels enclosed
He has no freedom, stuck in a pose.
Help me! Help me! His head pounds,
His voice does not emit a sound,
What to do he does not know,
His spirit stumbles to and fro.
God, is this the way it has to end?
How far must he go? How low must he bend?
Remembering his many flaws,
Closing his eyes, he sees them all.