The Sunset Poet

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Makes no Sense

It makes no sense,

But it makes me sad,

I want to scream and shout,

But the pain is extreme,

Can this work itself out,

Or I need to make changes,

Life is strange like that,

I am sick but moving,

I can't sleep and give up,

It is all in my plan,

To think of a way out,

I can try and make it work,

But I'm exhausted with this pain.