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As I lay in this bed, and await a dreaded hour, I think and ponder; worry and wonder, about the week I recently had. And I detest and begrudge my monotone existence. Day in, and day out, I wish to sleep and not wake up to this failure of a world. This feeling I cannot hide, for I have found I am still on the outside looking in. It’s a kick to the face, when I thought I found a place. But it’s a lie, and I am no longer fooled, in complacency. It is nothing but a joke, and I am not laughing. This world! It would have me insane! But if I were to surrender, it would mean they win. Teasing and taunting, I can barely take it. And I wish I were dead. Is life so meaningless that no one could understand why I feel this way? Or am I doomed to be alone always?
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ugh, i hate this feeling . . . -_-
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great poetry.
feels like a story
feels like a story