Worked my way
Into greeting
Every sunrise
And sleeping
The Day away
Only to be filled
With gloomy nights
Trying to understand
What all these
Writers really
Had to say
I've now
Given up so much
Of what I thought
I needed
So that I could
Obtain a glimpse
Of what these
Dead writers
Had to say
About how
Everything
Really should
Be arranged
I've now
Spent every single
Sleepless night
alone
With soda
Poor food
And exhaustion
And realized
That this
My endless pursuit
Is more joyful
Than most
Will ever know
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