i can't take this
it brakes, it halts
a constant juggle
tears of ...
are these tears?
why doesn't it ever stop?
a lack of existence, presides
where do i begin?
where do i end?
does it begin? does it end?
life as an exposed film
life as a scratched record
it brakes, it halts
a constant juggle
tears of ...
are these tears?
why doesn't it ever stop?
a lack of existence, presides
where do i begin?
where do i end?
does it begin? does it end?
life as an exposed film
life as a scratched record
life?
1 comment:
Yo me deprimo ocasinalmente con los días grises, existencialmente soy muy risueña...
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