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Happiness Prohibition
Ambushed by my own mind today
Karma confines me hell to pay
Poetry is my only remedy
Save me God from this intellectual death penalty
How did I ever land in this situation?
All I want is some sort of salvation
A hopeless condition, negativity repetition
I call it happiness prohibition
So tell me when you wanna go
To the sunny days, all I see is snow
The days are cold, I need a breakthrough
I need out of the blue
Experience is my teacher, no rest for the weary
It’s been too long, a smile feels eerie
They tell me have faith, storms don’t last forever
Hope it comes soon, I’m sick of this endeavor, my negatives thoughts are o so clever
This poem totally gets the
This poem totally gets the feeling across. I have been there many times. I call it "trudgery".
Yes it does end...just keep trudging. Pretend you're a bulldozer. Eventually the phases become less and less.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
The gym helps!!!! .....
The gym helps!!!!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
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