what's the point of trying,
when you know that it'll mean nothing.
i hope things will be back,
like they used to be.
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Puisilying wide awake, writing at the am, screaming voices inside my head. i never wanted this. highest ranking so far #152 in poetry © 2015, vocalsnjh
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what's the point of trying,
when you know that it'll mean nothing.
i hope things will be back,
like they used to be.
