The feeling of:
Loss of time
Loss of ability
The simple reality of doing more harm then good
Guilt slowly eating away
Taunting your faults
Reminding you of your insecurities
Everything that you have done wrong
"You don't want to do that"
They whisper
"It will lead to your downfall"
"But then again isn't it so
Much
Easier
To sit by and do nothing"
To let the world go by with you not a part of it
That alluring innate laziness
Of the comfort of your own bubble
Where you never have to do anything
Never have to get involved
You simply just exist
But is that living?
Or is it just being
I might just going ponder that
Waste another few moments
"What's the harm?"
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I have two exams tomorrow
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Memories of a Fallen Leaf
PoetryA collection of poetry and very short stories I have written. They are short and sweet Just passing thoughts I have Please tell me what you think
