Spending my time
Writing pieces of my heart
Going nowhere, running in circles,
Lonely thing right here

Spending my life
Enslaved by my stupid ideologies
So wild at heart
So vulnerable art of living

So sick and tired
Searching for what i can’t find
Days white days
I won’t be ashamed if die
Right now

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