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Ennui and Me
Some describe it as a darkness,
Sliding over you
Suffocating you until
The blue sky turns overcast,
But it's the plainest thing
I've ever felt.
It makes daily life unbearable
In its bearableness when
Masked behind the tasks
And routines that make us normal.
Perhaps the sane will never die
Because they were never alive.
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