when it rains, it rains in my mind like i have nothing left to lose.
nothing to lose, nothing to want, nothing to fight for.
sometimes it pours, it pours in my mind. it pours down flooding the chamber of my thoughts, creating a rapid river causing my to start questioning the factors. is it worth it? will it matter? should i even try? it comes to the point where if i should i even fight the current or let it pull me under?
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romantic poetry
Poetrynot really about romantic poetry, just shitty poems from a shitty poet.
