Apathy

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By Natalie

What happens when it comes? Will it be a shock for me? Will I cry? Will I smile? Or will there just be apathy? A tear is grand, For joy or for sorrow, Yet apathy is unwelcome, Unforgiving and hollow. Painful nights, sighs of relief, Emotion and passion, Yet a shrug of the shoulders A new growing fashion. But times aren't changing, In fact we aren't getting older, Or younger, We're just getting taller.

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