I don't believe in miracles
Nor that I'm here for a reason
I don't believe in love
That with me anyone would want their life
I lost the ability to see the light
'Cause I was proven wrong too many times
My throat went dry from shouting
Nothing's left other than doubting
Faith feels like fake hope
Holding on to torn ropes
But I always do my job
Even if I don't feel it in my bones
I keep on fighting
I just don't believe I have a chance to win
2021.08.02.
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