The thing with a broken clock
Is you can always tell exactly
When they stopped ticking
With people it isn't so easy
And sometimes you can't even
Tell they're broken
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
