Without the life so yearned,
the meaning of positivity
is strongly relapsed;
pleasure is an unknown acquaintance.
Happiness to date is lost,
confined within the walls of a being
served with discontentment.
A deep depression gouging
regret into flesh.
Anesthetization of the mind,
riddled with delirium;
a focus of none other than the
grasp of incongruity.
A longing for something more…
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