stressed and depressed

Dressed in black
I reach for piece of parchment
Dip my quil in ink
And give my thoughts free reign
It’s funny how words often fail
Yet flourish on a page
At this precise moment
I picture myself driving
With no certain destination in mind
A late night drive
To quiet my mind

I have always been an enigma
More so to myself
Sentimental to a fault
Even when I feel nothing
I feel it completely

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