FOR WHAT?

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Mourning
For what's still alive, out of reach
An esctacy.
Between my teeth,
Stuck, is a whole world
And it's bound to burn down
I've seen it crash
Millions of times
Still I thrive
Who knows for what?
I rise, unable to stand
Asked to become more strong
I've reached all limits
Broken all ceilings
To end my regrets.
                                     uncertainme:-/

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