I'm not feeling an adequate amount of anything to discuss. I feel twinges of sadness, hints of nostalgia, bits of paranoia; nothing profound. This is how I've come to think of my life... Nothing profound, one among many – but does this make it meaningless?
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Lachrymose
PoetryLachrymose /ˈlakrɪməʊs,ˈlakrɪməʊz/ adjective tearful or given to weeping. A collection of amateur prose and poetry illustrating the inner turmoil. Mainly a dumping ground for loose thoughts and ideas to be interpreted in whatever manner.
