Random Poetry

Words, reverie, spiralling darkness, cold.
An oubliette, silent, retentive and old.
When will it end? Why do I suffer?
Will my I sanity hold me tougher?
Or will I fail, give In.
Not even try to fight or swim?
To beat my demons, take flight, soar,
Thus all will hear my roar.




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Grrrr

What is that makes certain stereotypical aspects of a race so profoundly clear to only a few? And why oh why do people tout the things that made them great to excuse them being a dick to you, I am in the unfortunate situation where I am whoring myself to a restaurant franchise in order to make enough money to buy things I dont need to make me feel more better about my diatribe of a life. What I can't tAke though is people who are insuffrably rude just so they can get what they want, but if the tables were turned, they would hate it as I do.


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