I'm falling further back into my old pit of despair.
Because it all gets worse and worse, but I don't really care.
The people walking to and fro know little but my name
And honestly, I don't mind, I'll keep it all the same.
Those wandering folk, those cheerful blokes, do I really need 'em?
So I'll ask, Shall we call this misery...
...or Freedom?
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Feelings Without Names
PoetryA collection of a college student's poems, used to explain his emotions when single words do not work.
