where we write it

still alive?

.

Crying on bed, thought I had something to say. 

I opened this tap, realized that no one cares.
I was to rehearse the same broken tape.

No power to protect anyone or money  to change anything.

No goal, no faith.

I’m not insane but can’t be active yet

This blog feels like the most useless thing I’ve ever done,

yet the most honest.   The mockery of my existence.

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