I hate this world.
I hate this existence where body does everything,
And spirit is useless,
You can be the best in something,
But lose your life to someone's lie,
Truely something that is becoming,
Of a world made by liers.
Truely something becoming,
Of a society of manipulators.
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Prose and poetry
PoetryProse and poetry, feelings and speech in text. I wanted to live as a human, But never never really was a man.
