& i rouse from my nightmares at midnight just to waltz towards this incandescent screen, just to spill my views unto this virtual asset that none would every pay heed (to), & i spend hours fawning over my works just to end up with scraps of insecurities, so tell me why do i bother when this result is all i can ever yield? for i am overflowing with emotions that do not belong to me, i am reaching the brink of this horizon over which my demise heaves, so tell me why do i tolerate these unfortunate feelings if they never do me justice? why do i continue to write these useless things which even i do not practice?
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an abstract limn
Poetry❝ but this time i will not be lifted from the realms of this catastrophe, this time i will be dipped into the honeyed lox of this saccharine thought; drowning in the depths of the wilted tulips that have not ever to sprout. look at these alstroemeri...
