27/01/2018
| The pain of just being |
It feels like guilt
when emotions become distant friends
and emptiness becomes all too familiar
When nothing truly affects you as it once did
and you live
just for the sake living
And you haven't been truly alive for quite some time
like a floating existential being
with no purpose
and no feeling
Just being
| The pain of just being |
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OF GROWTH AND DEATH | Poetry collection
PuisiIn which we grow like roses Yet die like autumn leaves - A collection of poetry written during epiphanies at 3am All Rights Reserved 2017 | @mamaatunde
