

Inertia and LanguidnessInertia and LanguidnessInertia and Languidness
Standing on the hill, Waiting to step further
Towards the fate of my life. Theres no way to heal.
The wound is open, The colors are vanishing. Everything is fading, I cant see any more.
The illusions are taking place, The dreams are becoming nightmares. All the energy is gone And theres no replenishing fountain.
The thin and fragile thread Is weaving the long web In which we all get caught someday. The emptiness takes a major role On the game of going on.
Hope
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Until the end don't judge me nice.
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