1.17.17
didn't know what real misery felt like
until now
what an oblivious fuck I've been
wish I could forget what I've seen
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the letdown
Poetryself destructive thoughts and discoveries mixed into somewhat poetry.
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1.17.17
didn't know what real misery felt like
until now
what an oblivious fuck I've been
wish I could forget what I've seen
