I've not even survived
A quarter of my lifeBut every midnight crisis
Shows me what the price isOf not caring enough what's good, instead I'll do what's easy
I do what I desire for the minute-to-be
My future self dispises me
Somehow I hope it won't exist
But after I'll have gotten sleep
I fear I can resist this wish31. März / 01. April 2024
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captive in my mind
PoetryHier notiere ich ab und zu ein paar Gedanken, die ich in Worte fassen kann.