They're all still running in a circle in a race.
But I'm too.
In my own race.
The race towards what?
Nothing.
The race is just me stumbling with every step and wondering when the curse is broken.
When I get to rest.
There's no goal, I'm not chasing myself, I'm not being chased by myself.
There's just survival.
No ambitions and not a single drop of motivation.
Maybe that is rather sadder?
The others are chasing something.
Maybe the same things, but it's something.
I'm stuck in my own apathy and motivationless stumbling until the day I completely collapse.
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~Poems~
PoetryI have always loved writing poems, so I'll post some of them here! Hope you'll like them!
