It's ten to midnight and the day was terrible terrible terrible. It was so terrible it became memorable. My friends agree with war whilst I want peace. I wish they'd be a little ashamed at least.
It's tomorrow but everything's the same. People all scurrying for money and fame. Struggling to acknowledge that they're all the same. And as a human, I think it's a shame. I feel terribly lost and lonely because everyone thinks they're the one and only. They're not. They're more likely robots. But they skip along with life unaware of the deadly knife.
People don't mind single-mindedness or violence or death,
but I'd much rather embrace emotions instead.
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Turquoise Emotions
PoetryI am trying to cope with my chaotic, hectic self. These are my late-night thoughts.
