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I am left to ponder why things weren't different.

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I don't want to travel. I don't want to be loved. I don't want money. I don't want food. I don't want sex. I don't want cigarettes. I want my mind back. I want my precious ideas back. I want my treasured hands to work. I want my eyes to transport me to other dimensions.

Unreachable.

God.

28

I'm old. And looking back, I realize that I've been so horrible to my partners in love. The childish, most embarrassing things I've done seem just so cringe-worthy now. But this 28 is a lonely one. I am not being able to see my family, and it hurts.

Also, I promise to change... Then again, change is inevitable.

overdose

Just writing a bunch of scrap material as often as I can, hoping the songwriting gets better each time. I can't play the guitar properly while i am singing, so I play the same rhythm on almost all my songs.

Overdose

Village boy on an overnight plane ride
Some are born in the hands of grace

In the hands of grace, to reap what others have sown
Your fortune is born early on

So close to the overdose

City boy as he's rode through the streets, frozen
Unaware of the burdens of living through the heat 

So close to the overdose

ostrich?

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Existence is fragile.