Poem.not really
The rain fall upon the ground in a melancholy tune
as I type this nonsensical post;
I condemn to myself, ''I am useless,worthless''
Why do I not do something about it? 'I don't quite understand myself quite yet.''
I kept quiet and continued dragging my fingers across the silver keys of my keyboard
I don't really know what feeling this is either;
but emptiness describes it at its best for now.
-Silent Thoughts
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