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A book of poems showing just how little life means, and what that means? Basically, a book of my tragic thoughts.

I'm sorry

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by romancefantasyreader

by romancefantasyreader

And with few words, the walls rose, again.

And with little words, 3 steps back, again.

And with a string of words, once open became closed, again.

And with 2 words, apathy returned, again.

And with 7 letters, everythibg was as it was.

All progress, nothing less.

I'm sorry.