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Still Alive

Etoooo check check  - Eklo Yatri is back with a dose of coffee after a shit long time


Its been a while 

Since I have written in this style

I want to smile

But that would be a lie

It's been a while

Since I have moved on from this life

But that faint shadow in the sky

Still lies, 

Despite all the tries 

Despite all the vibes

That I destroyed in my own style

Of destruction, I cried

When my world ended with her smile

But I had to move on despite

Not having the will, had to be wild

Had to stop being a child

Had no option but to keep on living on the high

Had to live on  the edge of knife

Not able to truly live nor die

Damn I wanted to die

Sever all connection, and end my life

But I had to go on, had to strive

For a better day, Had to be wild

So I am here, writing in the same old style

I am not the same, but that butt-shit-kid is still alive

That kid that wanted to- and should have died.

But is somehow holding on to the last shred of life

Somehow, Don't know how, Still alive...

Despite loose all hope, loosing all the will to fight

Somehow, Don't know how, Still alive...

- Kuroka

(Well back in more than 2 years bitches. Prolly will go missing again. Have changed my style and moved on to new site though. 

https://yakaajujaan.wordpress.com/ 

Toodles bitches) 

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