why do i always feel that sense of desperation to reach out for them, when they clearly don't want me here a n y m o r e?
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pulvis et umbra sumus
Poetrythese are the offsprings of my lonely days and nights ; ugly thoughts from an ugly soul.
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why do i always feel that sense of desperation to reach out for them, when they clearly don't want me here a n y m o r e?
