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Jul 04
Through sleepless nights
My soul wandered
So lost, tired, amused
For i tried to change, but never did

It ran through the gardens of my childhood
Picked the flower, retained the happiness
But my soul, still alone
Move along my meaningless life.

It collapsed on the floor
Trying to connect with my reality shore
But i kept pretending i was me
And nobody is the closest i'll ever be

So my soul just gave up
Laughed, then cried
For my future wasn't what the present leads
It would be bright, a masterplan, worth it

No.
No masterplan.
Crying, my soul begs me to wake up and go to sleep.
It is not worth it.
There is no future.
publicado por JayneMars às 14:12

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