I hate it.
I hate it.
I hate it.
It hurts.
It annoys me.
It makes me sad.
It makes me mad.
I can not stand it anymore.
Whenever I am distracting myself, everything is fine.
But as soon as I am back in the real world...
I get reminded of it.
And of everything else.
Of how miserable I am.
How lazy.
How stupid.
And how lonely.
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relatable poems || deep thoughts
PoetryI have no idea what I'm doing here - just writing down some sentences hoping they sound good. well my friends say it's cool so I'm sure it's worth it to look trough! If you use anything of this book, please give credits :3 now have fun..! - sam
