time.
what an intriguing joke.
our timeless existence here on earth,
is filled with nothing but utter emptiness.
one in which forever comes in ones reach,
as boredom and loathing becomes you,
the more regret comes waiting for you.
what then?
absolutely nothing but darkness.
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My Poems Of Unrest
Poetryif u came across this, hey! these are just some poems I made describing things that i couldn't really describe or say physically, out loud. *WARNING* there is triggering content in these poems (self-harm, depression, anxiety, identity crisis, etc) t...
