Boredom

Guess what? I'm bored...I'm no poet I'm just bored and this is something short to do :P

 

There is nothing in the world quite like boredom

It fills up the useless, empty cracks in your life

It quietly slinks in past the guard of your mind and brings misery

 

There is nothing in the world quite like boredom

It's a slow rotting of the mind, 

It sneaks in and steals moments of your life away

 

There is nothing in this world quite like boredom

Nothing can compare to its profound blankness

Many times, there is no where to run or hide from its vileness 

The End

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