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White walls
around standing tall
suffocating me whole
They bought me here
bringing me near
to almost insanity
Empty spaces
with empty facades
this needs to stop
Defeated
did this to be reminded
for doing this to myself
For letting it take over
and to again ponder
I did this to myself
I can't undo this
against the wall, I bang my wrist
"You did this!"
Pulling my hair
nothing is fair!
"I did this to myself!"
Repeatedly and repeatedly until I dropped
and stopped
realizing it's useless
"You mean nothing to them"
I'm the one to be condemned
"I mean nothing to myself"
Disastrous years
drowning myself with tears
and fears that I can't escape from
I've become insane
grant my request to remain
to never set me free
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Catoptric Tristesse
Poetry"When you write from the heart, They are your work of art. Whatever pattern, You choose to do it doesn't matter. The pen and your paper are your instruments, That would create brilliance." catoptric tristesse: (n.) "the sadness that you'll never...
