i want to know
why we grow
thus we throw
old relations
in every nation
we move on
that wasnt fun
you broke me
i drank the sea
you think progress
i think you god bless
success is a slut
we have to accept it but
i am alone
i want freedom
she wants anything
except me
wondering
either she or me
is choicelss....
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