I always tend to forget, that I exist somewhere, along the river, my past echoes, driving my future, so much shame, a snake yearning to eat his own tail, but it happened, the heavens remember, so many shadows, it’s something I can’t escape, maybe we all wish to die in peace, but life goes on, at least for me, what sort of evil is poetry, some sort of laziness, words, echoing reality, a spirit that exists, the heavens watching, a puppet dancing, a sarcastic person, running out of jokes, and money, where will it land, a worm, trying to escape responsibility…

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