I hate myself for being rude
I hate myself for being honest
It's hard sometimes to realize
That life can bring you to the lowest
It is so hard sometimes to think without dreaming of the future
But life is hard, you have to live
And when you're conscious, it's a torture
It is so hard sometimes to love
Without trusting in those people
It feels like with the sharpest knife
You tear a hole, but feels like millions of needles
It is so hard to understand
That everything is not that easy
It is just not what u want to think
It is a little misery
And you go on, go on with life
And you just live and then you die....
just a bit of thinking
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