Notions (I linger)
Food, basic necessity is afar from me.
Poverty, a curse that have befallen me, engulfing me like moth to a flame. It's stifling, choking me up.
I am unable to feel, what are these emotions. I can't inteprete anything.
Poverty is a curse
The worst since Eve's punishment at Eden
It strips one of all inhibition to think, to reason, to breathe properly, to live
So, I exist
Like a molded clay without any choice than to live until destroyed, I exist
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale again.
Smile. Frown. Smile again
Foist all the frustration under that smile
Don't let anyone know
You're stronger than this circumstances
No, you are responsible for your circumstances
You are an adult
Don't linger, do something
Damn it! Do something
Naa, I Don't want to
I. Just. Do. Not. Want. To.
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