I hate myself.
Waiting like death.
I hate my delayed reactions.
All attempts to action..
I know,I'm shit,
Well,I have to admit it.
If you do not want to leave the home
You're probably die alone.
Is there anyone to blame?
Everything remains the same..
You hate yourself and everything around.
But if you look in your underground,
It is possible to pass to the next round.
In everything we ourselves are to blame.
Sometimes so familiar,when all the same..
That's why I hate myself.
Hate my life on slow breath.
I hate myself
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