3/7/24
Short spurt of effort,
no feedback to show
except the silent darkness
of my notifications screen.
I let myself feel passion,
unknowingly becoming vulnerable.
I let myself feel hope,
unaware it would cause hurt.
I let myself dream,
forgetting of nightmares.
I let myself believe,
when there's nothing there.
I fucked up and tried,
I shouldn't have bothered.
Moving this pen feels good
and even therapeutic,
but does nothing to change
my worried, sour mind.
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