She
doesn't pay attention to me,
Nor
does she to anybody.
She
never does, unless she must.
She
passes her days
In
a blissful daze
Only
minding the urgency
Or
what will impact her life
in
the next five
minutes.
One
day she'll pass away
quite unmindful
of
the sad disarray
of the
hassle
she'll
leave
behind.
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