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It feels like I have not, am not and will not forefill any purpose whatsoever.
The spark is long gone. I can no longer contribute with adequate opinions and thoughts.
Making contact is something merely abstract. Keeping contact is not existing.
What I usually do is listen to what you have to say. But my words are kept unspoken.
No one seems to care. I have to deal with these mind-grind thoughts myself.
I am what I am because all of you, or perhaps everything, made me what I am.
I usually keep a happy face. I usually try to push the uncomfortable truth far from me.
Now, you've won. All of you who can't stand me being happy, you've won.
But it comes with a price. I will no longer give a damn fuck about what you say.
So show me. What will it be like when you don't have the support that you always expect me to give?
Show me. Just go on and show me.
Den som kopierar detta utan lov kommer jag tyvärr bli tvungen att skära av öronen på och pissa i såren.
The spark is long gone. I can no longer contribute with adequate opinions and thoughts.
Making contact is something merely abstract. Keeping contact is not existing.
What I usually do is listen to what you have to say. But my words are kept unspoken.
No one seems to care. I have to deal with these mind-grind thoughts myself.
I am what I am because all of you, or perhaps everything, made me what I am.
I usually keep a happy face. I usually try to push the uncomfortable truth far from me.
Now, you've won. All of you who can't stand me being happy, you've won.
But it comes with a price. I will no longer give a damn fuck about what you say.
So show me. What will it be like when you don't have the support that you always expect me to give?
Show me. Just go on and show me.
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