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Circles

Here’s to never ending circles,
Spiraling circles of pain.

Here’s to hoping it would stop,
The spiraling circles of pain.

Here’s to knowing it never will,
This spiral of pain.

Why does it all mean nothing to me now?
Why don't I feel pain when I should?
Does this mean I cease to be human anymore?
I feel so useless that I’d still somehow function even if my brains were pulled out through my nose.

Is everything ok?
Nothing and everything under the sun.
Fuck sophisticated poetry, fuck eloquent words.

Here’s to being exhausted,
Waiting for this bomb to drop.
And here’s to sleepless nights,
Only getting drunk to fall asleep.

Yeah, I’ve been abused. Yeah, I’ve been put down. Yeah, I’ve been on the mend.
But I never had friends to begin with, so it doesn't matter in the end.
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