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- CAZ
- Dec 21, 2017
- 1 min read
Black / Blue
My soul torn, scattered like ashes on the river.
Misery, my God, how I love your complete emptiness.
My heart dried, cracked fallen hen’s egg.
Why the fuck am I here?
No purpose, No point, No proof of paradise.
Insane or simply lame?
It does not matter, for no one cares.
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