virtual ink

when there's not much else to do

but dwell on problems and strife

it might be nothing new

just like everyone else's life

complain about the problems

shatter at a touch

the pixels make the demons

but too much is never enough

not long enough to remember

not short enough to hope

just far enough to be tender

sometimes it's the only way to cope

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hello yes i'm 18 and i write emotional poetry thank you goodnight