Frustrated Adaptation

Depraved indifference,

shifted pespectives,

am i wrong?

I’m always right,

at least in my mind

I fight with swift words and accusations

make no time for these disproportionated situations

Treated indiffrent, lower than low

its fucked up that i have no where to go

invitations resciended

love for me apprheneded

i hate this loneliness piled on with a withered devoutness

The “how can this be’s” transforming into “this life is for me”

it has to be

it has to be

otherwise why won’t i flee

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