I hate you so much right now, I can't keep it at bay.
But now I know what it feels like when I talk to you about him in your place.
I should just accept that you've gone a different way.
I know between us there's a lot of space.I wish we could go on adventures
And get away from these people like vultures.
Maybe roll down a large hill,
Or find some tea to spill.I just have nothing to do
And you're always in the blue.
It just sucks
Knowing we're so out of luck.///some real poetry for once///
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D y s p h o r i a
Poetry/disˈfôrēə/ noun; a state of unease or generalized dissatisfaction with life.