what recklessness do we have,
to undergrade fellows of our own,
only to burn in the sun's toil,
and shame,
shade with that blasted melatonin.
but no, it had to be that way
when all hope is gone,
disregarded as fellow men.
been long sought,
that thirst of freedom,
of liberty,
of a c t i o n
but no, it is all but a mirage
our fantasies formed hopes,
because it is deemed impossible.
gone is the misery,
gone is the pain,
because all that's left,
is pride and shame.
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anhedonia ✓
Poetry❝ there was something truly wrong with her heart being so constantly exposed to disapointment. she needed to relearn how to feel again-how to breathe without restraint, how to love without having to think about the falling. because god, the fall did...
