Hello?
I know I let you down. It's something I seem to always do. I push when it comes to shove. Soon enough I'll keep pushing and everyone will be gone.
Why? Is it from lack of empathy? No. That's further from the truth. The demons inside won't let me get by. I consistently put up a fight. A fight that no one will ever bare witness too. I push and pull but without much effort they snap me back in. Despite the losing I always put up a fight.
Always losing.
Even when I win.

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Poems Of Sad Sorts
PoetryHere are just collection of poems, quotes, and sorts. Created from rambled scattered thoughts. Most if not all display a depressive route. Everything that is present here may or may not get revised somewhere down the line.