To be or no not able to be me. I don't have such to decide, instead i wait like the snow waits to be dusted off of the streets.
I see right through the wall, depression is not far from home. I knew this feeling long time ago but only now can i fully admit.
Not much to blame, else than the oblivious me liking the pain. Always on my own and never understood in a complex of gain.
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