
All I want is to write.
I have nothing left.
I write trying to understand
I write trying to describe.
I write random things with feelings
I write random things with no meaning.
I want things that I can't get
I get things that I don't want.
I think some things that only hurt me
I say things that hurt others
I think some things that I should say
I say things that I shouldn't even think.
And that's the way life keeps going.
Thats how I live.
With no desire
With no guilt
With no regret
That's why life sucks, but we still love it...
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