Boredom.
Such an insignificant word
A non essential feeling
A meaningless
Waste of space.
Fight it?
Can't be bothered.
I am absorbed in grayness
The darkness of boredom
Is suffocating, drowning me.
Yet, what is life without boredom?
No one can escape it.
Boredom is the parasite that feeds off the body
It strolls with the Self,
Hand in hand.
It is simply: Boredom.
Such a pathetic waste
Yet why let it overpower you?
Come on,
Join me
Let's fight it!
Having second thoughts?
Wait.
Now that I think about it-
No.
Can't be bothered.
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