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08.22.17

8/22/2017

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Waste
​​Photos bring me little comfort.
As I stare at the photographs on my cork-board I wonder with discontent,
is this all that will be left of me?
I sit here and waste away.
Writing for no one or everyone, 
allowing my shoulders to curve inward, ruining my posture for all the years to come.
The sky outside calls to me, but I ignore it for no good reason.
I sit here with my distractions,
technology that may or may not rot my brain and stain my insides with cancerous cells.
All around me is nonsense, material that won’t last, waste.
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    Poetry from the past and present

    Poetry is not my forte, and I find most poetry to be sad or reflective of a teenage depressive state, but I have shared my rather crappy and depressive poetry to show my progression from sad and weird teen angst to sad
    and reasonable adult angst.

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