For a time, I have experienced this
Where ever we go the feeling lingers around a corner
It seems we can't shake the feeling of what this gives
Doesn't always help that it makes most of us shake with no output or seeming end
Is it wrong for us to feel like this?
Is it healthy to just hate this?
I know we are not ok with this
But why must we live with it?
Out of all the people why are we cursed
To live and breath this vile creature
It grows more and more each day
Its ever growing and consuming
How can we fight something that is us?
Is their an end
Or is our end its fate?
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The Leather Bound Journal
Non-FictionThis is some poems, random thoughts, and my feelings. I sit down and just write what flows from my head. Please, read at your own description. If it gets too much, don't let it get you down. This is for me to write what needs to be said, and for me...
