here we are again,
sitting on a shelf.
puppets to the man.
slowly losing yourself.
and in the time that we've sat,
we've wasted.
awaiting the day to be manipulated.
honestly,
it's pathetic.
allowing yourself to be used for sorry satisfaction.
a chip in a game you should be controlling,
but life waits for no one
and time doesn't care out your grief.
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Love and Other Shit That Makes It Hard To Sleep
PoetrySad shit, love shit, makes you wanna cry and shit. Just some poems I wrote. The things that inspire me are usually sad, but one day, I'm gonna be able to write about how happy I am.
