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May 2018
The unmistakable feeling
as an analog **** turning left
my emotions had numbed down
but a little more to left
and that can be a pain
How much can one change
in one sitting, all alone
how low can one sink,
as dissolving into a mess of emotions
the weekly cycle of misery
has left me all the more empty
more a pain then an inconvenience
weakening my mind with every wishing
a need for normalcy
can I not identify my state
and expect to live in it
The needless need for nagging
the endless endurance of empathy
at a point, there isn't anyone to bother
self love I presume is the answer
but I hate myself far much for it to takeover
this, unmistakable feeling
has left me all alone.
what more do I add?
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