In the Wallow

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caring arms unwilling to let me go</p><p id="fb5f">Tears won’t fall here Not in the wallow because this town is for less It’s for enjoying this sad in unhealthy ways and uncomfortable expectations so we are left with ourselves and our self-pity</p><p id="ecde">The doors are always open in the wallow because everyone here likes the company of others but only if they are somber and want to huddle together in sorrowful connection and existential personal dread</p><p id="8116">I don’t know how I got here I was so happy but happiness is just a construct and I’d rather wallow because it feels more like me A broken soul traversing land and sky Taking flight only to crash to the ground i

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A Poem

I don’t know how I got here In the wallow This place where time stands Upright and immovable and won’t set me free from a moment of despair

It’s a low feeling One that enmeshes while I sit Melancholic and catatonic as the wallow holds me in its uncaring arms unwilling to let me go

Tears won’t fall here Not in the wallow because this town is for less It’s for enjoying this sad in unhealthy ways and uncomfortable expectations so we are left with ourselves and our self-pity

The doors are always open in the wallow because everyone here likes the company of others but only if they are somber and want to huddle together in sorrowful connection and existential personal dread

I don’t know how I got here I was so happy but happiness is just a construct and I’d rather wallow because it feels more like me A broken soul traversing land and sky Taking flight only to crash to the ground in the wallow

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