What Do You Do When Poetry Isn’t Enough?

Where Do You Go When Your Brain Won’t Let You Leave That Space?

No One Likes To Lose.

Not In Battle.

Not In Life.

And Not In Love.

Fuck These Words.

And Fuck The Feelings That These Words Forge.

Even Dipping Your Toe Into The Shark-Infested-Bitter&Cold-NeverEnding Ocean Of Indifference Called Love Is Enough To Set You On A Course For The Ever After.

But All That Doesn’t Matter In The End.

Nothing Matters In The End.

Or The Beginning.

And They Don’t Prepare Us For The Middle Because All We Know Is The Beginning And The End.

The Middle Will Drive You Insane And Kill You.

I Hate The Middle.

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Please Stop Reading This.

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