Stay Alive

The will to keep on living

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I find solace in a tobacco pipe
It fine-tunes and clears my mind
Particularly when
I struggle to write.
Do you ever feel like you crave the dark?
Sometimes I find comfort in sombre tunes
Like mournful guitar chords — the sweet strings of misery.
A requiem for a dream
Or a traverse into the inferno
It is an affliction only the lonely know.