Time and time again
I find myself too attached
Too passionate
Too caring
In my pursuit of knowledge
In my pursuit of meaning
Too distracted
Yet
Too interested
Am I cursed to fall into the same place every time I try again?
Is there ever going to be an end?
Do I even want an end?
So why then even create a beginning?
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Sad Poetry
PoésiePoems of my feelings. Full of real events and real feelings. Also real nothing.
