1. Well, shit happens. And I am conditioned by it.
And it hurts. Realizing I'm not capable. I can't be smart. I can't be important.
And I'm sad . And it devastates me. But also, there's nothing else I could do about it. So I shall suffer this till I die.
Because giving my best doesn't work either . Spending long and cold nights, trying to find that key that will unlock my door, that little bit else behind it that I can't reach. Getting nothing else but a huge ass headache.
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Thoughts...of a vanishing mind.
PoetryRemix de pensamientos que pululan por mi cabeza y que, con su aleteo, marcan el ritmo de mi consciencia.