Something feels off today.
Not because you are not speaking.
I am used to the silence at this point.
Although that doesn't stop the weariness.
Something has felt off since yesterday when you mentioned your decline.
It didn't sit right with me, even though you've mentioned it a hundred times and almost every night.
I should be used to the phrase.
But last night it was different.
I have no explanation as to why.
I just know that it was.
Apologies for writing about you, yet again.
It just has a lingering effect that I thought I would've shaken by now.
But apparently not.
Just another curiosity to add to the thriving list.
Hopefully it will fade soon.
If not, then I'll deal with it.
That's all for now.
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Depression Is My Kryptonite
PoetryA jumble of extremely depressing poems written by me. And ramblings that feature mood swings every other second. Oh well.
