It is a frustration of mine.
Nothing irritates me so greatly.
It genuinely upsets me.
This is true frustration.
Emotional exhaustion.
Impossible.
Choosing between two identical bombs. When one complains, one receives yet another identical bomb.
This is true frustration.
I have never had more bombs in my life.
Impossible.
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The Egoism Dilemma
PoetryThere's only so much one can take before one snaps and writes shitty poetry and almost-but-really-not deep thoughts. Xx
