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Melancholy
Is it me? Is it real?
The feelings that I feel…
never seem to match
the world around me.
What if I’m lost in time,
wrapped up in some sublime
cosmic poet’s next attempt
at melancholy?
I don’t ever feel at home,
most times would rather be alone.
I’m broken, yeah I know
cuz I don’t change things.
Maybe I’m just out of place,
running long in the wrong race,
or maybe I’m no go...
Friday 14th March 2025 3:52 pm
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