The stains on my pillowcase are not from something unpleasant.
Nothing more unpleasant the depression sinking in.
Nothing unpleasant about a crashing realization.
Nothing about feeling mentally wrecked.
No, there is nothing unpleasant about the stains of tears.
Tears streaming down my face at 3 A.M.
Tears that held my feelings in.
The stains caused by tears are not unpleasant.
No.
They are worthless.
And they are uncared for.
But they are not noticeable enough to be unpleasant.
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Hah, more bad poetry shiz
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PoesiaSo, some poems by me, "Zear Resparien" (maybe quotes too) I was reading through someone else's quotes thing and I decided I wanted to try this. Try to figure out the meanings of each one if you want and possibly comment, though it doesn't really mat...
