nobody
they didn't know why our ongoing conversations
turned in to silent nothingness
they didn't grasp why my late night drinking
occasional pill popping became my every day routine
and they didn't understand why i was so sad
because to them
sad just wasn't cool anymore
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lost souls: rain, stars, and iced coffee
PoetryDoes anyone remember how anything begins? Or how anything ends? For every story, every song, every movie has a beginning to an end and an end to a beginning, but what about the rest? What about prior to the beginning or after the end, and everything...
