An empty glass,
a man with half a heart,
going nowhere,
torn apart,
worn out,
frustrated at the world,
wanting to give up his life,
and the struggle of the days that lead nowhere,
nowhere exciting,
nowhere fascinating,
the end of the line,
a flat line,
a dead time,
a dead time that means nothing,
a time about which you do not care,
a wasted time,
a time of despair.
Another pint?
Another pint?
Hell yeah.

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