What is the meaning
Of life
When all feels lost and worthless
Useless
And not worthy of the time of day
Why
Must we continue the charade
The lie
Of trying our best to exist
In a world
We're not wanted
It is an exhausting chore
But to leave early
Would be a selfish act
And I don't want to make my parents
Cry
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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...
