I'm feeling darn uncreative lately, this cesspit of unproductivity, these days of abject solitude, this pain curling me up like a rejected ball in soccer, the flagrant gut of my misery, so sorely emotive, compelling all the sadness in me to prod even more painfully now.
The light at the end the of tunnel is looking dim now, I think this tunnel will last longer. I pray it doesn't.
©nnenne
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