I am sad.
Shit
I am tripping
over trivial nonsense.
It seems like
Everybody
looks,
Everybody
looks, like they care.
Care.
Do they?
Do I?
I do.
Caring is not
what I use to do.
No.
No one ever
is used to care about anything, at all.
Not me, at
least.
They should
not be anyway.
For that I have
2 reasons for:
Ethereal
individuals are not to be reached by my normal flow of life. I am just,
plainly, envious.
Iridescence I
crave;
Suffer I
must,
Regardless of
outcome.
Quite frankly
speaking, hatred is not necessarily projected to them.
It is only fair that if I am able to express
my most inside thoughts.
Though, the
second reason is:
Oblivion.
Not sure if
it is still oblivion,
When I realize
it is oblivion, consciously.
I have been
bothered since my dawn.
The exact
same reason: the fast pace of time.
I am not fully
aware of the pace of time.
A Man.
God Father.
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