Just some poetry and stuff: The words of a young adult with too many thoughts. It might suck, but I don't care. These are my own, sincere words; There is no right and wrong, as they constantly wander through spheres of whom they belong.
This is me. Feelings, apathy, random phrasing in a desperate attempt to grasp what is beyond the bounds of expression.
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[ A c e d i a : ennui ; state of torpor or listlessness ; spiritual apathy ]
Poetry attempts / Random thoughts / Musings
(P.S. I'm not very good at this, don't expect too much. Thanks)