life. i mean, what is the meaning? i'm serious here.
you know when you say things over and over and over again in your head.
they, the words, lose meaning.
sometimes things that mean so much to us at one time mean nothing later on.
how is that? and what am i doing? i am here writing when i should be sleeping.
h o u r s, wasted. why do we let our lives go by like this.
i don't understand it. where did the meaning go?
maybe everything eventually loses it's meaning. let's bring back the meaning.
spend every moment. and stop repeating.
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poetic rants.
Poetrylowercase intended. slow updates, sorry. also is this even poetry? probably not, but is anything really as it seems?
