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The Ache


No reason to what you do,

No, none at all.

Everything and nothing,

In the space it takes to say;

"I think I'm dying"

Black and white all over

News print in the rain

Absence and chaos

In whatever you achieve

A new disease has taken you

There's a new one everyday

You get killed and raped and hurt

No reason none at all

Love and hate have understanding

And slaves to do there will

But there's no reason for them

Or for you

And no reason for the ache.