axiety
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It’s when you sit down and your ass already hurts.
The lamp shade remains crooked, but you put it off
Until tomorrow and you start falling into that place;
The place without walls, but filled with floaty feelings,
Being special
everyone says that is what they are
everyone strives to be it
but in the end they are all normal
something that I strived for
Being special
everyone says that is what they are
everyone strives to be it
but in the end they are all normal
something that I strived for
As time goes by,
You stand and ponder,
"When will I die?"
So you wonder.
As you wander through the graveyard,
You ask yourself,
"Why is life so hard?"
You say to oneself.