What is today
But another day over
It went by at supersonic speed
And in this very moment
Is when I realize this
I did not have a worry in the world
Yet I feel like there must have been something
That should have been occupying my mind
I'm exhausted
Though I know not why
I only wish
This permanent exhaustion
Dissipates
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Poetry Book 4
Poetryhello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
