When I was a teenager I would light candles and sit in my room and write depressing poems, which I thought was terribly unique and tragic of me. At some point I discovered that this was neither unique nor tragic, and magically not long after lost the desire to express my exaggerated and sometimes fabricated woes in the form of corny poetry.
Unfortunately for you, my corny poetry days are apparently not over. For whatever reason I have been inspired to write again, and am finally brave enough to post one of my moderately depressing works. Don't ask me why they have to be depressing - sometimes it's just fun to wallow, isn't it? Like pigs.
My soul is like a pig, wallowing in the muck of despair. See, I am totally poetic.
And now my mind is just heavy
I used to be full of color
I used to be clever and cute
And now I only look that way
I used to love with passion
I used to passionately love
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