Zero. A poem. So much to hope for The world turned I was still alone Expectations counting down to 0 Share this:TweetShare on TumblrMorePocketTelegramWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related 2 thoughts on “Zero. A poem.” Add yours Why is it that everything relatable is almost always sad and depressing? LikeLiked by 1 person Reply I guess we relate because we’re sad and depressed. Which is sad, but good in some ways. It’s a point of connection. š LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.
I guess we relate because we’re sad and depressed. Which is sad, but good in some ways. It’s a point of connection. š LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Why is it that everything relatable is almost always sad and depressing?
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I guess we relate because we’re sad and depressed. Which is sad, but good in some ways. It’s a point of connection. š
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