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Is life any different from the fly?

Flying round and round until you die?

Banging your head into the window

Hoping it will one day be open some how

Buzzing and annoying

Is that how I sound?

Looking for something

Any kind of connection

Once found

Sugar

Is that just a craving?

A need?

A want

A deathly feeling

You gave it once

And now I can’t forget

Please forgive me

It’s not my fault

I flew in when the window was open

But now it’s not

Shut so tight, might not open again

Won’t

I didn’t mean to bug you

I didn’t mean to be so loud

I’m just a fly

If you can’t let me out

Even a tiny crack

No point in living

In a stragers shack

Just give me the old whack

-Quasimodo

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