continuation to prolonged polar night: I have fallen out

I have fallen out I am not

able anymore

to build an unselfish conversation, since

I need to

protect my own image, as I exit the bubble

Maybe I ask too much from who? The necessity to tell how irrelevant I am

makes me a hypocrite

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Self-worth plays a big role here,

I repeat what’s being said

I’m afraid

to lose, even though I have nothing I’m sleepwalking , you know

Try to be free but every once in a while

stumble across hate

Hate against hatred is hate as well,

I have no clue, where to put my hands after that

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The wasted hours spent on observing how everyone else exists

could have been spent into conversations

This is how I am now, an epitome of future,

a talk into a void

sanama