

An ode to emosIt seems a poem has become a device, much like a much worn, fraying hangmans noose, or a sad and rusting razor blade, lauded with much aplomb, as tired demonstrations of bitterness.An ode to emos
If one feels bitter, I do not presume to encourage you to an otherwise cheerful state. I know there is a pleasant solace to be found in melancholy, though please do not go so far as to believe it is anything other than self indulgence.
The noose means nothing. You are not being wrongly hung by a corrupt society which blames poverty for petty crimes. You are merely bored with the social hierarchy in your high school. &nb
Merlin
Cheers
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