staring at the ceiling
my regrets are echoing
stupid moments of mine are repeating
i'm unlucky enough to get going
thinking myself as a cunning one
but the truth is i'm the goofy one
i get mad over the wrong little things
that i myself made
when do my gullibleness gonna fade?
i keep finding problems i don't need
it's as if my conscious mind
has eaten a weed.
February 12, 2023
von
Ps. I posted here even non-sensical pieces of mine xD! I feel that i don't make any sense.
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