Showing feelings
wathching them swirl
and still recognizing them.
Being in an empty circle so full of yourself
sometimes full of shit
sometimes full of nothing.
And what are you there for?
if you don't really want to
if you don't even feel like it...
Being part of something that doesn't even fulfill you
that's what makes you so proud
adapted perhaps?
And lonlier every time... sadder every night.
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