i was born at the end of the world
a new beginning in old lands
but the paper i held was fresher than i
smooth words flow through a broken system
a reminder to myself
that some things do improve
and as i thought, it was true
the world was much lighter after me
all i had to do was diminish
into a void where the useless linger
and it dawned on me
that this black emptiness
suited me much better than a world of overflowing light
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What's Wrong
Poetrysome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind
