| a poem what the hell did you think it would be  [+ favourites]
it's a feeling of emptiness
no love no hate
a missing trait
there is not sadness
but also no gladness
i'm hiding in a grave
but i need to save.
It's what i must to do.
Where have i gone
i'm living one big con
I'm deep inside myself
i didn't like the shelf
way up there
in the frigid air
because i kept falling off
everytime i had to cough.
"Don't sweat the petty things, don't pet the sweaty things."
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