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Sometimes
Most times
There isn't an inch of you
That's sorry
There isn't an inch
Of you that
Cares
Because everything
Is set in repeat
And a voice of sense
Pulls at you
To just press the kill switch
On your emotions.
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Poetry'If the end is drawing near, should I not be a part of it?' compilation of random efforts at poetry. - Cover Image - Kathrin Honesta
