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Nothing to post about

riddled with pointless doubts

so ill make poems that are deep

While my green tea begins to steep

This poem is supposed to be serious

I always feel delirious

I’m watching YouTube shows

I never get to hang out with my bros

I’m always so sad

While I watch ads for glad.

Disappointment is regular

Too lazy to find a rhyme for regular

Tag this post, make a sequel

Get enough views to make sub-par prequels.

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