A cry for help
A poem of sorrow.
Today comes the day
where you no longer think of tomorrow.
For today is today for the moment you dread,
It’s the start of the week,
It’s Monday again.
Not only that
It’s a time of depression,
when we grow aware of the steadfast progression
To the day us singles realize our loneliness
and the day that us singles feel at our phoniness,
A sense of helplessness showing itself present
When the inevitable will come and for the moment were we feel truly alone.
It’s February 14th, Valentine’s Day. Prepare for the feeling of isolation and solitude to take over your body.
English
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MrBooDudechicken - old
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