why me
this looming darkness
me of all people
I'm not homeless
I'm not poor
I'm healthy
I have friends and family who care about me
I have people who constantly tell me that there for me
I'm not being abused
there's nothing for me to be sad about
or angry about
So why has this thing imprinted onto me
chosen me to be it's subject
I'm a prisoner to it
why fight back
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𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖌𝖒𝖆
Poetrya bunch of random poems and thoughts that have lived deep within my notes app.
