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A Life Without Love

A sonnet about losing trust in affection

By Deana ContastePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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A Life Without Love
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Rather than commendable living

Love is the slowest type of self destruction

Self destruction is an approach to tell god

"You can't fire me", "I QUIT!!!"

Self destruction is effortless

It's just love that damages

I'm useless

I disdain myself

I disdain my life

There is zero excuse to live

I'm tired of crying

Burnt out on attempting

Definitely, I'm grinning

yet, inside, I'm biting the dust

I'm going to draw an image

An image with a turn

I'll draw it with a razorblade

I'll draw it on my wrist

"Where is my adoration?"

"Where is my expectation?"

"Where is my motivation to live?"

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Deana Contaste

I enjoy writing poetry, stories, and creating art in general, but I also try to survive in the world like every other human being.

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