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Feel like I'm not worth it anymore. Deplore myself so much that I abhor, not that I'm uncared for but pretending to be fine is such a chore.
Seek out the place I belong; Something, someone to get along. my destiny that I prolong, pray to not let this last lifelong.
Come to realise these faces don't really care just in for the drama, not to be my debonair. World carries on, but here I am stuck; Apparently I ran short of luck.
I'm not the kind to cause a scene, not the kind to die in public by a guillotine. The kind to keep it to myself, craving some release. Calling myself ugly, pathetic and obese.
Not so hushed whispers on my beak future; yet do nothing to help, to suture. I let the numbness envelope me Hollow, unable to form a repartee.
-your favourite waffle
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It's been too long since I wrote a poem out and it's oddly therapeutic.
