Breakdown

Poem

A constant barrage of stress.

An unending stream of unhappiness.

It depresses my buttons, controls me.

Clouds my judgment, so I can’t see.

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What is slowly becoming of me?

Why do I not feel hungry enough to eat?

Why do I have to?

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Why?

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My poet friends:

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Posted Sep 9, 2022, 2:41 PM UTC

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