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My light gets dimmer everyday, Your just an aquaintence.
I have realised it's not worth it anymore.
Since I am not worth it anymore.
My emotional state is so torn and shredded.
I can barely gain the energy to smile or listen.
I write for me.
Cause I know I have problems.
My patience is becoming thin.
If I had a dollar to give you, maybe you could sort this all out for me.
But then again you didn't become a psychologist to listen to peoples problems for free did you.
Friends are few and far between these days.
Everyone swears they are.
But I just don't see it.
People are terrible, just like me.
So sing your song about that stupid fucking watch and blab.
Blah blah blah blah blah.
It's so much easier to talk.
Blah Blah Blah
Great definition of poetry. Fortunately for us, readers like blah. It may not matter, it may not make the problems cease, but it is read and on occasion, enjoyed and on other occasions it enlightens and educates, eventually elevating and as distraction, entertain. More blah to follow. Be well - slc