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hypocrisy

I can’t face this world anymore,
My mind is gored
My the emotions to such
An extent, not much
By yours in comparision but
To me it’s too much, it just want’s to shut
Down and never start up
Tired of doing what it does, that is mope
Around and shed those invisible
Tears and it want’s to end any physical
Form and call it quits
And flip the switch
Off. Tired of facing reality
Tired if trying to see
The world through others eye,
This mind just want’s to bid bye
But it want’s to see the light
So it’s hanging on with all it’s might
Trying to give up but not wanting to do it.
I know that it smells a lot like hypocrisy
But it is what it is
All this mind want’s is a moment of bliss
A moment to gather all it’s energy
And take a refreshing sleep
So it can fight again tomorrow...
#the_25th_hour
-yakaa: jujaan

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