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Despair overwhelms me
I face the void, eternal
winter of soul
Wow, and I can't even write good haiku. I remember once upon a time I could do decent poetry. Not great, but decent enough that I could claim with a straight face that I was capable of creativity from time to time. And now? I sit entranced by the blinky lights of the computer screen, barely able to think, and completely unable to feel. I drift through life like a feather drifting through the sky, meandering back and forth, but always inevitably trending downward.
I face the void, eternal
winter of soul
Wow, and I can't even write good haiku. I remember once upon a time I could do decent poetry. Not great, but decent enough that I could claim with a straight face that I was capable of creativity from time to time. And now? I sit entranced by the blinky lights of the computer screen, barely able to think, and completely unable to feel. I drift through life like a feather drifting through the sky, meandering back and forth, but always inevitably trending downward.