bear in mind that its not a poem...

i don know what to think anymore
life is making its turn
n i'm not following it,
mind wise i mean...

my body just moves towards it, like it was the most normal thing to do on earth
but i know it isn;t
everyone knows that it wasn;t
but does this stop the walk?
does this stop the journey?
does this stop me from hating myself

life is never easy..
never will,
but it killing me slowly
pieces by pieces
slices by slices
one by one
torn till the darkest abyss...
it lets me be someone

someone whom i never know
never like;
the replica to my life....


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