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Havn't had enough depressing entries this month. I wrote this while I was bored randomly during the day today. It's like a poem except it doesn't rhyme or have the same number of syllables per line.

The weather is here, wish you were beautiful.
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I feel guilty about the littlest things.
I feel lonely standing among friends.
I regret silly actions every day,
So many things I should have done instead.

I have few good friends, and those I have,
always have other motivations,
I expect things that they can't give me,
They give me things I don't expect.


I'm a low priority. Actually no, I'm a fairly high priority. Just not the highest, which is something I occasionally need to be.

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