The world is a barbaric and unknown source of emotion filled worthlessness. We pull for something but, once we all die it becomes a wasteland filled with the rotting crust of what our humanity once was. Humanity at it's best in just a competition to see who can die in most glory but when we all die glory is nothing but a word used to eliminate a sense of unwantedness and grief in which we run from. Grief is a word in which we use to describe an emotion so horrible we can't face it ourselves. Running won't solve anything if there's no real reason to run anyways.
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Poems-mostly depressing
PoetryThis will be a book of Poems that I'll periodically write.
