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This is just going to be forgotten

I’m supposed to derive

poetry from my

feelings.

But

why is it

that whenever I’m at my

lowest,

my mind goes blank?

Whenever my emotions

are at an

extreme high,

my thoughts

disappear.

 

Why is it that my brain has

such strong swings of

emotion?

Why is it that when I try

hardest,

give my

VERY BEST,

all my attempts go

wasted?

They go

unheard,

unknown,

unappreciated,

underestimated,

and eventually

fade.

 

 

Just.

Like.

This.

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Written by
maggie-mcleod
Published
Nov 6, 2011
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