the unkind
are many. the selfish,
the spiritless,
the disgruntled
are amassing.
whatever joy
there was has been washed
grey.
life is too hard
to be happy in.
it's easier
to put one's head down,
grumble,
pressing darkly forward,
and be this way.
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