Lacking

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Things have been pretty bland

everyone is busy with plans

all my emails are spam

and my motivation has hit its low

I've got no one to call

I'm staring at walls

and I can't stop listening to the same song

Dallon insists I don't jump

by my brain says I should give it a shot

I don't know what I'm feeling

So I'll just look at the ceiling

What's the point of existing 

if you're always unhappy?

I'm patiently waiting for things to get better

but it seems every two steps forward is forty-eight back

So, I'm just going to patiently wait

This poem is about: 
Me
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