Endlessly they knock,
But I will not answer them.
For I am not here.
I drove to the store,
I did not wear my seatbelt.
I live on the edge.
Haikus are to me,
A cheap way to appear deep,
Without trying hard.
I used to love her,
But my ego got jealous.
Once again just me.
The lies pile up,
And the truth becomes smothered.
Never seeing light.
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