From time to time, I have to write a poem about life and things happening to me, my friends or to complete strangers. After all, a world is, looking from the bright side, beautiful ...
and of course, most of life isn't real.
body scape
talking to myself
is boring like equation
since you are never there
while i sleep alone
shadow figure
gone are lights and friends
dreaming
kicking hate
walking a dog
do something
terrified of being alone
being alone
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