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I told him
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Poems I'm broken...
That's all there is,
not a sound
or a last laugh from me.
All my joy has died,
or has it reshaped?
Because I no longer find happiness in what I do,
it just seems to depress me further.
Honestly, I feel like a broken record,
because this is not the first time,
it may be the worst
but will not be the last.
There is no bright side,
optimism is dead
and what's worse is that i should have seen it coming.
A dream...no... a nightmare
told me this would happen.
It was about time though,
for someone to put me back in my place,
last year was the same.
All it took was one bullet
filled with my biggest fear,
to tell me.
How ironic, "Plato told him"
i should have realized it then,
all those months ago.
But I'll still show no tears,
just put on another mask
and take it from here.
