thirty thousand leagues we
walk, and for what? but pain.
how silly we are, every
single stupid shitty shallow
repetitive
live that lives.
how we humans,
our creatures of feel and
emotion and heart will go
to such great lengths for rejection.
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visions
Poetrythe thoughts in my head, however disorganized [warning, it can get heavy.] -- poetry #43 random #86
