The unrelenting exhaustion I feel
Is the sum total of my self pity
An amorphous weight that despair does seal
Rhyming this observation is shitty
While I am painfully aware of it
(My proclivity for melancholy)
I cannot seem to be free of this shit
(Such is the modern bourgeoisie’s folly)
While I might appear to be paranoid
Seeing enemies in familiar faces
These grim thoughts help to fill depression’s void
Cementing me in these dreary places
I do not feel worthy of these feelings
Garish 1st World problems have me reeling
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