I can't cry,
I can't genuinely smile,
I can't genuinely laugh,
I fear things I have never feared before,
I hate things I have always loved,
I can't bring myself to do anything.
I do not know why I feel this way.
I can't seem to find an answer.
I just feel...
I have no other wordings for it but,
"Emotionally constipated".
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Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
