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29/9/24

I'm so indignant, I've no comments furthermore
I don't feel emotions neither the need to write some more
I don't know what it is to be happy or sad, I've stopped feeling them, eversince
I don't know how to open up and express feelings so indifferent, I feel guilt
I'm tired but not really you know, just a drop of sweat
I don't know when these sweat did turn into tears eventually
Like the retreating monsoon rain to the south
I write because that's my resort
I don't feel anything through those words of effort
Its cruel, I know not how to decipher, something so erogenous, that's not for me anymore
My hopes are dying, I don't fight for more
Maybe I just realise a bit more and more I'm dying too
Maybe I just want to be a seen some more
My blood has run cold it doesn't feels any feeling
It lost its tune to time, whatever it has in its ringing
I think I've become quite selfish by now, screaming to have it just "about me"
But oh this guilt, it's asphyxiates me, everytime I speak about me
Did I speak about me, too much?
Is what I think, a bit too much.
Really, all in my shames, pretty contorted I must address.