This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 2.3.2016 at 08:46
The shoddy disposition
of my will to live;
how it is so vain,
with melancholy animosity that comes from my disdain.
I'm sorting all the energy but something
does remain,
for even when it's quantified it doesn't sooth the pain.
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