they take a polaroid and let you go

i feel nothing
not happy
not sad
just this inbetween middle ground
of even keel
and it's not so bad
i'm just starting to get a bit too comfortable
with no emotion
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my YA Literature professor gave me some comments on a story and i can't get over them. i keep thinking to myself that there is no reason to be doing what i'm doing. it's like a joke. i guess this is what Hitler felt like when he was told he couldn't paint or maybe not. but if i'm not supposed to write, then what am i supposed to do?

so lost. 
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