Nobody needs your writing,
Your dull agony.
Your pain of a prophet,
Your saint’s misery.

The words you put online,
The words that show your soul,
The words listed here, and everywhere you go,
They are not needed anymore,
Just a needle in a haystack,
And there is not one reader who would search you with a magnet,
To make it count or meaningful at all.

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