I have felt very similar to this before
but not quite
the same
I used to go through the routine
The monotonous routine
To keep my mind off the world
Like I was waiting for death
This ain't the same
I laugh
I cry
I feel joy and sadness
anger and madness
But only at those moments am intended to
Rest of the time
I sit completed
And without purpose and drive
Isn't this what I had wanted?
To be content?
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random thoughts
RandomJust some random thoughts that issue to me from time to time. WARNING:Unedited or little edited content
