B DEWITT

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Two Versions; One Curse

A haze.
That’s what it is.
The fuzzy emotions
that’ve entered my existence.

A potent mixture of
sadness,
loneliness,
and hopelessness.

As if everything is,
worthless.

What’s kind of funny is,
no one has noticed.

It isn’t always there.
But when it leaves,
the emptiness comes near.

Which is worse?
You tell me.
Pick your poison.
Pick your curse.

Which version is worse?
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