drought
escapism fails
to escape stark
reality of
escaping from
the potential of
being myself.
I hate the mirror
when I see that
figure standing
with stupid stare.
life is a drought
of joy that dried
up long ago.
to escape stark
reality of
escaping from
the potential of
being myself.
I hate the mirror
when I see that
figure standing
with stupid stare.
life is a drought
of joy that dried
up long ago.
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