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[iwantawaffle]

A dispensible life,
Inadequate being.
There has to be something
That I'm not seeing
That is worth living for.

Beauty exists,
And happiness too,
But to feel it is different.
T'would be real,
T'would be true.

I don't make a dent
In this vast, daunting place.
I'm a shadow of existence,
I don't leave a trace.

Everyone jaded,
The good has all faded,
Comprehension's slipped beneath me.
A cynical view,
As I search for what's true,
Why can't it just be easy?

Anxiety-ridden,
With most of me hidden,
All I want, is just to be.
Looking then waiting,
Loving then hating.
Why can't I just let myself free?