Disheartening
why does it make me sad?
when I already know what to expect
Still, it didn’t change how I feel
Even though I know...
Yet,
I plunged head first
Into an unfathomable depth
I knew what I was doing
was preparing myself
for my own demise.
Digging my grave
and layering myself
In seeds of dismay.....
- Twihard
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