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I am supposed to write something,

Words are supposed to pour out of my mouth,

Words with meaning and wisdom,

Emotions and strong gravity

But what if I had to say,

I'm giving up,

What hope would that portray,

And what would be the use of writing meaningless junk as such.

Layers and obstacles blocking the lights,

How can I have self love when all I can say is, "what is there to love?"

The thunder shudders the depression within, shakes it.

Nature doesn't want the feeling within it too,

But I've filled all these shoes and yet I still feel,

Empty,

Worthless,

And misunderstood,

Just like this poem.

-unnamed v.1 - mindfoggle&nonsense -kaysea
14.12.18

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