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I can't possibly put my current emotions into a poetic form,

my words are nothing important,

what I feel is nothing important,

what I think isn't important,

everything I do is not worthy of anyone caring about.

when I'm depressed and broke

I'm not recognized.

when someone else is

it's made known.

most things I don't understand.

life is misunderstood.

what can I do.

nothing.

all is left is to die.

~

March 27, 2015

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