I am stuck.
I am stuck.
Stuck in the eternal loneliness.
Stuck in the hard reality.
Stuck in the unbearable pain.
Stuck in the pathetic crying.
Stuck in the fucked up world that we call home.
I am stuck.
This poem is about:
Our world
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