Lethargic as I am, I cannot find the courage to go out. I think of the friends. I pray for my family. Still, I cannot go. My profound affinity for the deepest of apathetic reactions bar me from any meaningful interaction. I am not afraid of voices. I just don't very much care for them. However, that does not mean I do not care. I just can't find the expression explaining my endearment towards you. Would you show me the empathy you claim I lack? Maybe then I can go. Lethargic as I am.
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Lackluster writing...bad writer.
PoetryConfessional poems. These are how I feel about myself and the things around me. These poems mean a lot to me. I may not be a good writer but I wanted at least anonymously to share them.
