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So here I am, looking at somebody else's travel photos.
Looking at somebody else's husband,
Seeing lovely food I won't be eating.

I miss the time when I was yearning.
When looking ahead in the horizon distracted me from seeing this decomposed joke of my life.

No more time for brooding
Back aches plague me, my bones claiming the right to move and to be in the sunlight.

Why am I too tired to dream?
All the "pretty" and "sweet" is faded,
all pleasure's gone away.