𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋, 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦

𝐱𝐱. 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠

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8. july
senseless
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and I'm searching the sense
in all the things I once enjoyed
because everything seems so senseless
like swimming pools and partys
like birthdays and friends
where is the sense of it
when you are supposed to enjoy it
and I'm hardly living
just breathing and existing

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